Mária Hlavatá

Rožkobúdka, more precisely Bakery – a buffet, stands in the campus. It can also be accessed from the street. They’re basically small foods. Several shelves with goods and counters with bakery products and delicacies from which Mrs. Mary smiles.

Maria Hlavatá belongs slowly to the store inventory. He has been operating here for almost two decades and knows his hospital customers as his own palm. They mainly buy rolls, mashed breads and minerals, which is the basis. Even over the years, he knows who pays, whether in cash or by card.

I’m trying to get everything they want except alcohol. We can’t have one here, he says. They don’t offer beer or cigarettes in the cafeteria, after all, the shop is in the hospital.

The biggest rush is in the morning from five to ten. Services are changing and patients are coming. We ask who goes more often, whether patients or hospital staff.

We’re mostly dating our unadapted. They’re here at five o’clock in the morning, but, unfortunately, we don’t have alcohol, and he adds with a smile.

Mary prefers her four grandchildren at home.

After two sons they wanted a little girl, but the twins succeeded, boys. Mostly they’re healthy, adds Mary. He makes pancakes and muffins for them. When there’s time, he does crochet.