I’ve found myself in another cattle call of an immigration hall. There must be 200 of us here. We’re all staring at the same signs pointing in multiple directions to…. we’re not sure where. We are tentatively joining lines that seem be queueing somewhere important but are really just roiling masses of people headed in three different directions. (In reality, four separate tasks must be completed at four different stations.) And we are all giving the same side eye to the large air conditioners that simply are not up to the job today. Ninety minutes later, after some extremely clever

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