Culture

By Anonymous (not verified) , 17 October, 2024
The clinic
When they arrived at the gates, some resisted and were arrested. Others tried to negotiate and were swaddled in rugs and treated for concussion. I tried to avoid the chaos but could still hear the shouting and see the flares; and I could still smell the smoke. I made countless errors at the clinic that night. Some saw this as the expression of an unconventional sense of humour. I was not feeling myself.