Murray hesitates for just a split second and then enters through the automatic doors. The station is damp and very noisy. The smell of old permeates throughout. Paperbags and plastic grocery sacks substituting for luggage are strewn around the aisles. Children cry and whine or roam aimlessly drooling suckers from their mouths.
Women speak in every possible language to their children and one another.
The woman asks in a voice filled equally with boredom and disgust. Murray asks politely. No place in particular. I'm more interested in finding out where I can go. Murray makes his way through the crowd of people to the display of bus schedules.