It’s 13:30 on Tuesday and Óscar doesn’t know what to do anymore. He does not know whether to re-simulate the process to make sure that all is well for now, whether to go for a run to stop thinking about it, or whether to videoconference with his girlfriend Maria to reassure each other. This Tuesday is probably the day – or one of the, at least – most important in recent years for both doctors at the gates of the MIR. This Tuesday his professional future is decided, and also personal for the next five years. This Tuesday, a computer will award them the position that they will both occupy for the next five years without the possibility of changing it. “It’s a bit of a lottery,” he laments.
Is it that the MIRs do not have enough with our applause?