Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I had bronchitis many times and pneumonia twice as a child, and each time I was treated at home, fortunately, my grandmother worked as a doctor. Actually, nothing terrible, you just lie down, take antibiotics, and read books. And the second time, we even went on vacation to the Black Sea right in the middle of my illness because "well, the tickets are bought, my father has taken a vacation, so it wouldn't be right to postpone it now!!". As a result, I was lying in a train compartment with a draft right on my back; it was quite an experience.