I absolutely loved this guy's manners at the asylum.(I spent the last two weeks there and it was a big experience.)His name was Ali and he was a poor shepherd from a faraway rural area in southern Iran.He just owned 5 sheep and his brother Morad kept them while he was at the hospital.
He barely talked to anyone and when somebody asked him a question he answered him with another question!
He had lost his orientation and could not recognize where he was even after one month at hospital.he always lost his shoes and mug and slept in other patients bed.