P.P. ignites a cigarette in the ward's bathroom--a non-smoking zone, like the rest of the building--and says, ?Sometimes I look out of that window and think about what my life could?ve been. I could?ve lived; I could?ve traveled. But then this happened.?..P. P. was torn away from his wife and job in Greece when sudden delusions, manias, and fears forced him into the ward at a young age. His mother suffered from the same ailment--manic depression--for long years spent at this very hospital.