On this beautiful morning in Basel, I took a tram to a tram and walked to a building I've been to three times recently. The guard checked my backpack and let me in. I sat in a row of chairs and moved forward until it was my turn to show my identification. After paying, I sat in another row of chairs and moved forward until it was my turn. A young woman took me into a small room, asked me several questions, and then poked my upper arm with a needle. Then I had to wait fifteen minutes before doing the last paperwork and heading back out into the beautiful morning. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 6 July 2022)
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