If you could talk to a historical figure, what would you say?
The line I was standing in was very uncharacteristically organised and obedient. It was like a trail of ants patiently waiting for their turn to meet the queen. Not once in my life had I seen a queue like this where no one tried bypassing the person in front. Instead, a few of them even moved behind, paving the way for others to defer their turn. Strange! The eerie silence made the voice at the entrance of the gate echo from all directions.
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