Beyond the revolving doors br where steel poles and wheelchairs lined br up like sentinels along neatly placed furniture br and wild ivy tangled in ceramic pots, br I waited for a five minute shuttle bus. br br It was five minutes to three. br A young blond child with a book bag, br stopped near the glass window br while men with brief cases and long coats br walked past kids crying, and relatives of those dying, br their gaze of darkness hitting you first. br br There was a whirring wind of the elevators in motion, br an eerie sound like wind through a tunnel br and a round red button to slow the pace, br doors swung open to the multitude awaiting br my last day on the clinical unit on Neuros br br A small index card was folded in my hand, br it read: 'I love you' in Prussian, br (some wavy lines and dragged curved marks) br because that massive brick building with sand finish, br adjacent buildings, long corridors, and medical jargon br held more than rooms.