mid September

22 nd of October, 2010

The steps to the doctors practice are in

a dark stairwell, added to the house during renovation work. They are dark concrete steps, there is only

artificial light. The first floor holds a dentists practice, the doctor is on the second floor.

Ring the bell, press the door, enter.

All of the personnel are kept behind plexiglass shielding now, all on account of the virus.

Explain the reason for the visit, and hand over the medical card. The young woman puts the card into a reader, then she miles, and says that she has the same birthday. Apart from the year, of course.

There must be a difference of about forty years here. She, the one born in the middle of September, sends the

patient to the waiting room. Hang the coat on a hook, and wait. People come and go, some sprightly, some really infirm.

Then the doctor puts her head around the door and calls. Follow her to her office, and take the seat as directed after she has sat down herself. Today is to hear the results of the tests

And there are no clear answers.