It’s 8:45 am.
I am standing in a small queue of people: early risers who are obviously eager to catch the worm.
We are outside the bank.
It opens at 9 am. No one seems perturbed. Everyone has accepted this as: ‘life’ ‘fate’ ‘country’ and so on.
A short young security guy stands guard at the half open door. He tries to look fierce and fails miserably. His job is to allow only the bank...