The corridor is narrow. On the right there are the benches and on the left there are the offices. From the window you see the ambulance parking lot. There are people standing and when someone gets up they know they will lose the place. A girl walks slowly, watches and asks: “Where to sign up?” From one of the seats they give her paper and pen. Write and return. It’s Monday in the city of Neuquén and the clock marks 13.38. One of the doors opens.…
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The corridor is narrow. On the right there are the benches and on the left there are the offices. From the window you see the ambulance parking lot. There are people standing and when someone gets up they know they will lose the place. A girl walks slowly, watches and asks: “Where to sign up?” From one of the seats they give her paper and pen. Write and return. It’s Monday in the city of Neuquén and the clock marks 13.38. One of the doors opens.…