The day arrives at last

Enthusiasm burns in my veins

I arrive eager to register

Wearing gleams of expectations

But alas, all runs counter to my thinking

The smiles disappear and sweat takes over.

I walk in a labyrinth of offices to record my credentials

Coping with lots of curses and confusion.

Exhausted and tired as I am,

with the dry hammarttan weather worsening the situation,

I have to struggle to be called lucky

O God must I endure this.

I purse to view a mad rush at another section.

A group of ruffling, rough and rugged comrades

pushing and pleading in desperation

to secure a cell that they can call their own

for accommodation is scarce and far is home

Aggression has thus become a necessary evil.

I shake my head

It is going to be a long, long process

And opposing the wrath of the dusty wind,

I strive on to get in.