Half seven in the morning. City clinic, I am in line for the injury. People are becoming more and more, mostly, of course, grandmothers. I hear the following behind my back:
Woman, you are for whom?
I am behind that girl with the stick! A girl with a stick.
I turn away:
- Behind me, behind me, says the girl with a 70-year-old stick, slowly crawling to the line, relying on the trunk.)