Every day for about eight weeks, patients who must receive radiotherapy converge in the same clinic, at the same hours, and are surrounded by the same patients.
Nobody is up to making conversation.
Each one is lost in his own world, wishing he didn't feel part of that group of people, having to wait twenty minutes every day, twenty minutes at the end of which one is shut in a hermetically sealed room where the treatment is administered. The door to this room is extremely heavy because of the isolating lead. The doctor leaves the room quickly and usually leaves me the enormous task of closing the door. I felt the most appropriate name for the place was not bunker but niche.