The procession has started. They come in long rows, dressed in suits, skirts or just shorts and t-shirts, walking from the trainstation to the university campus, most of them on their own, their thoughts seem lost in the papers they are holding while walking in line. Some others have their heads up in the air and seem staring into nothingness and rearranging whatever is in their minds keeping them worried and occupied.
Exam season has started. The buzzing of voices in the hallway, busy like an ant-farm ...