“I wake up at the sound of a ball repeatedly hitting the walls and echoing all around the room. A man is shouting something in Italian. I open my eyes only to notice that two of our Italian companions are using the huge waiting room as a football field, whereas Esteban is impatiently walking up and down the room. Miguel seems to be sleeping and Julie is chilling out outside at the entrance. I look at my phone, which is squeezed in my sweating palms, and it’s showing me that it’s half past 9. I try to fall asleep a little more, but the heat and the hard bench are killing me.”

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