The traffic light flickers Green, Amber, Red as we stand in the yellow glare of the streetlamps.
We hold ICs, PDLs and the all important white attendance sheet in one hand; the other a cigarette, a forgotten book, a handphone.
Awaiting the arrival of the Ladies and Gentlemen in company white polo tee, black trousers, black shoes; an army of uniformity.
“Here they come”, the unspoken announcement sounds as we shuffle to our feet to our vehicles / to our masters.
IC and PDL please, goes the call and as easily the order is given, it is followed. A hundred imaginative minds immediately recall the inmates at Auschwitz.
A glance, a quick smile and the documents are handled back.
The order is given: “Take the drivers’ seat”
We shuffle in our seats.
We adjust the mirrors.
We take a deep breath.
We go for a late night drive.
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