The ambulance is on its way. My daughter's American friend Rebecca has collapsed and lost consciousness at a bar in Manhattan. Maybe someone spiked her drink, or perhaps she simply drank too much? My daughter calls Rebecca's boyfriend so that he can meet them at the hospital.
He doesn't react as expected, but instead asks my daughter to immediately take care of Rebecka's wallet and phone and tell the ambulance staff that we don't know each other, that we just met when everything happened. The explanation? Whether you have health insurance or not, an ambulance ride in New York can cost more than ten thousand Swedish kronor. The alternative of hiding your identity – when possible – seems like a no-brainer.
BREAKING