Different people… Absolutely different destinies… Everything’s mingled here… so as in your soul. Old folks have to gather strength to get on with the young ones, as well as they have; and these endless queues… shower queue, toilette queue, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, queue on a drip and for pills… queues, queues, queues… Awaking in the morning, going into the corridor and seeing this gathering of boring faces… but what a nice dream you’ve just had… And you running past, staring at your slippers’ pattern just not to see them. The main rule – not to turn round. Sometimes it worked.
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