It is a small experiment in creativity, you choose a word, search a free resource site for the image or photograph that results in a list, and then write a short narrative about it.
The word chosen was: Research
The place where I am is quite cold, in several senses of that word.
In my native language, "Cold" can refer to a lack of human warmth, a low-temperature climate, a distant or disparaging treatment between people, among other things. Seriously, what my teachers called the polysemy of language is an issue that has many twists and turns.
I almost laugh at my thoughts as I keep trying to distract myself to calm my nerves.
"Voluntary?" The young woman who took my information at the station prior to entering the controlled zone asked me.
"Yes" I answered in a rather laconic way, I am usually quite given to talking and looking to make new friends, but this is not the time or the place for that.
"Well, I already have your information for the identification, take this pass and wait in the next hall." she gave me the pass and turned her attention to the people behind me "Next!"
I must say that leaving someone without saying goodbye or thanking them is a bit rude for my taste, but I understand that it is part of the protocol and the rules that have been established. We all have to follow the regulations in order to guarantee or at least facilitate that the investigation is successful. Many people depend on these results.
I sat on one of the empty chairs in the interior corridor, the artificial light was of the halogen type and again the idea of cold came to my head, as we usually call these lamps "Cold Light". Definitely, this recurrence of the idea is a bit worrying.
I see that they call the next group and we go to the dosing stations, the health personnel are prepared, they only verify our passes and almost without seeing us much they prepare the injections.
I guess they were nervous too. Their hands are not shaking and I cannot detect nervousness in their gazes, most of their faces and body are covered with biohazard protection equipment.
I see how he brings the injector with my dose to my arm, already prepared in advance. I am seconds away from entering an unknown path. Am I part of the Control Group that will have a placebo? o Am I part of the Test Group that will have a dose of the vaccine?
I will not know, neither will those who attend me while I am confined to these facilities will know, only the superiors of this project will know and they will be in charge of doing the final studies according to the results we produce.
I am risking an unknown medicine, but if I don't, I still find myself risking every day because of a new disease that has no specific medicine or vaccine to prevent it.
I once heard that "in the face of danger, stop", but I can't do that this time, I can only throw myself into the future, almost like taking a leap of faith.
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