At the end of the remote corridor with doctors’ rooms is the room that I share with fellow researchers. We find walk -in cozy, so the door often has open. An older couple, with the appointment letter in hand, uses this. I look at their letter and admit that the road is not clearly indicated. After giving them the right direction, the man lovingly reassures his wife: “No worries, the road today remains the only thing that is not right.” Arm in arm they walk further to the cardiology department.
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