One big brothel. I tried to find a branch that int...

One big brothel. I tried to find a branch that interests me - find a good term, because the clinic is not marked in any way, it is not even known in which building is located and what is worse, the staff there does not even have an idea of its existence. Only one of the ladies registered in the surgery confirmed that such a counseling did, of course, not lead me to it (until I want to sing together in Wodecki "Somewhere, but I do not know where ..."). It was suggested that I go through the tunnel to the other side of the street and ask about it. Having no other entry point, I did so too, but nobody in the building was able to hear about the counselor I was looking for. In the end, I found the SOR where one of the registry ladies made a big question to my question and said that there was no such branch in this hospital but after a while she called somewhere and found out that she was. She asked for a referral that I did not have (according to the information I obtained in case of my problem was not needed). With such a turn of events, I found that ok - no problem, I will go for a referral, but let me tell you where to go with him later, where is the mystical counseling. What did I hear? "You do not care anymore." What ... a? How are you not interested in me? I will come with this paper and what? Where should I go? After a short exchange of opinions, the recorder again whistled "Mrs. This is not interested" and my question whether I will come here with this referral is also I have to fly around all buildings and for half an hour to look for a proper clinic she answered "yes, this is how it is done with us ". In total, now I have to admit it's right because I'm not interested in it anymore, I'm not going to use this hospital. My earlier contact with this place was also not pleasant. I wanted to visit a friend who was in the H building, but the problem was just getting into the ward. The floor on which it was located was simply closed, it was impossible to open the door from the staircases. I hooked up the nurses, but they also could not point me out and lead me to the door, which could not be opened. After several minutes I was about to give up, but finally I found the elevator, which could be reached and go into the corridor. It turned out that it was the only way to get to this unit but of course there were no signs and nobody knew anything, the people who work there could not (or did not want to) tell me how to get to the first floor. If getting there in such a trivial matter is such a problem, I prefer not to know what patients must be facing. The staff is probably out of the case ...