Queue: Picture Journal

About half an hour before the clinic officially opens, there was a queue of two men at the door.

Since there were already two men in front of me, I went to the supermarket next door, to buy newspapers. Then I had something to read while waiting for the door to open at 9 am. The first man in the queue was listening to music in his ear pods. The second man looked like he wanted to talk, but he didn’t because he didn’t know how to break the ice. I entertained myself with my newspapers.