It is necessary to take off your shoes, all metal objects, earrings, bracelets, and finally smile endlessly if the machine doesn't make its traditional bip noise. Then you are ready to go inside and in your hand you get a small stamp. Many visitors have a hard time, especially during their first visit, they mostly don't know the regulations, they use the wrong clothes, wrong colors, women wear wires in their bras and many people are sent back losing most of their visiting day in changing and finding the appropriate clothing. When everyone is ready again, people wait in a small room with glass windows until a guard comes from the visiting room and escorts you up there. Many women are always complaining among themselves.
Time gets so lost before going inside for a visit. . .
Time is like gold, every second counts, every heart beating is constantly telling you that soon, in a few minutes you will be in the arms of your loved one. The guard in charge now escorts people to an elevator that takes visitors to the second floor where the visit takes place. Before entering the visiting room you enter another room where an officer sitting behind glass, checks, once more time your driver license. The visiting room in B facility is a big square of gray, sad concrete, lots of pillars, poor ventilation, too gray and solemn. You can see a small yard but the doors are always closed and no one ever can venture outside.