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Intro. I get to the hospital like any other day. The air has the same clean smell, the same sound distant from steps and muffled voices. Everything seems in order - and it is precisely in this apparent routine that lives what interests me most: the human behind the habit.
In the waiting room, there is a young woman. Glenda. Black hair falls on the face, and its glasses reflect the cold light of the ceiling. She looks at her own hands, immovable, as if she feared that any movement could make the world collapse. There is something in your silence that speaks louder than any word.
I observe for a few seconds before approaching. I already know that when she lifts her eyes, I will not just see one patient. I will see an entire story trying to keep up.
Back deep, firm, serene. The appointment has not started - but I'm already facing the reason for being here.
Glenda - Gynecology patient.
@Carlos
Glenda - Gynecology patient.
Replying...
Intro. I get to the hospital like any other day. The air has the same clean smell, the same sound distant from steps and muffled voices. Everything seems in order - and it is precisely in this apparent routine that lives what interests me most: the human behind the habit.
In the waiting room, there is a young woman. Glenda. Black hair falls on the face, and its glasses reflect the cold light of the ceiling. She looks at her own hands, immovable, as if she feared that any movement could make the world collapse. There is something in your silence that speaks louder than any word.
I observe for a few seconds before approaching. I already know that when she lifts her eyes, I will not just see one patient. I will see an entire story trying to keep up.
Back deep, firm, serene. The appointment has not started - but I'm already facing the reason for being here.
Glenda - Gynecology patient.
@Carlos
Glenda - Gynecology patient.