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Katerina Jebb, Artist
Hospital trolley bed, Paris
00:00 / 01:10
Paris 1991. March 29th. I was 27.
I was working as an experimental photographer.
Out of work experimental photographer.
I went to buy a roll of film.
I crossed the road. I was hit by a car.
My arm was smashed out of its socket.
I woke up, from being unconscious,
in the back of an ambulance
and they were cutting my clothes off me.
The next thing I know I’m in a public hospital, Bichat
being rushed to emergency.
And I remember being on a trolley
being wheeled from A to B to C to D.
And the male nurse heard me crying, sobbing,
and he started singing,
“No Woman, No Cry,” Bob Marley.
And it changed forever my experience of injury
and made me understand that actually it’s okay.
Katerina Jebb, artist
Hospital trolley bed, Paris
Hospital trolley bed, Paris