I am standing in front of a green door above which a sign hangs that reads "Reception of Emergencies." The two women behind the main desk don't know what to tell me other than to say that I knock on the green door. I knock and inside they tell me to wait. On the other side of this avacado colored door they filter through people in order to determine what really is an "emergency" and what is not. Those that receive a negative answer from the painted door of this poorly situated room wait in another room, also dirty but due more to its overuse than to a lack of cleaning. There we will wait together for the voice that willo some unknown destination and the women that receive paychecks for working here don't know what to tell me.