Annelise Eklund

The Interview

Squeezing through the throng of people ambling their way down the overcrowded underground, I manage to push my way ahead onto the train. Hot breath on my neck makes me shudder and cringe, and elbows in my side cause me to flinch. We’re packed tightly together like sardines in a can, more or less humanely. We’re all going to the same place, too. Today is the day we travel to The Hive for the interview.