FPC Gent
| Hurstweg 9, Gent |
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+32 9 325 27 29 |
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Critiques
Smith John (02.03.2017 22:20)
Psychiatrische patiënten die in dit centrum sterven behoren tot de statistieken van de positieve uitstroming die jaarlijks worden gepubliceerd.
Er zijn dus meer doden uit de instelling gestroomd dan levenden momenteel.
Psychiatrische patiënten die in dit centrum sterven behoren tot de statistieken van de positieve uitstroming die jaarlijks worden gepubliceerd.
Er zijn dus meer doden uit de instelling gestroomd dan levenden momenteel.
Frank B (02.03.2017 21:38)
Simply Brilliant. Would go crazy here again.
After wiping my condensed insanity off the bedroom window,
I was met with the breathtaking view of my freedom being taken away from me.
However, I immediately asked the warden for my breath back.
After giving me a strange look.
I said, it's the only thing I enjoy holding on to after giving up on hope.
Whilst slowly turning blue in the face they told me it was lunch time.
The food here is by far the best I've had in a while.
Mostly because it's one of the few things not bolted to the floor.
If you repeatedly ask for a knife, all the doors lock and a group of people come and ask you if you're ok.
I'm ok. The food is hard to chew. I just need a knife to stab you all.
I woke up back in my room.
After wiping my condensed insanity off the bedroom window,
I was met with the breathtaking view of my freedom being taken away from me...
Simply Brilliant. Would go crazy here again.
After wiping my condensed insanity off the bedroom window,
I was met with the breathtaking view of my freedom being taken away from me.
However, I immediately asked the warden for my breath back.
After giving me a strange look.
I said, it's the only thing I enjoy holding on to after giving up on hope.
Whilst slowly turning blue in the face they told me it was lunch time.
The food here is by far the best I've had in a while.
Mostly because it's one of the few things not bolted to the floor.
If you repeatedly ask for a knife, all the doors lock and a group of people come and ask you if you're ok.
I'm ok. The food is hard to chew. I just need a knife to stab you all.
I woke up back in my room.
After wiping my condensed insanity off the bedroom window,
I was met with the breathtaking view of my freedom being taken away from me...
