I fell asleep tirelessly on the night of April 9, 2021. My Velodrome vaccinations were imminent. Please bring the complete documents, ID card and vaccination certificate, if any. I had everything except my vaccination card. You can get to the Velodrome by taxi or the BVG shuttle bus. I rode my bike.

Although I suspected suspicious evidence of the vaccination center but found no evidence, I climbed insecurely up iron ladders to the catacombs of the Velodrome. On the first floor, a few people in colorful jackets were standing around, not realizing what they had to do there, but telling them one had to go down one floor. I could use arrows pointing in one direction on the concrete floor, but I didn’t need to. Some kind of traffic cop wearing a red jacket started designing trends. Then he stopped short at the checkpoint. A young woman on the left checked my temperature on my pulse while another woman on the right checked my vaccination code. Then other people in red or yellow and green jackets led me every two meters to other people in red or yellow and green jackets, along arrows, across a long corridor.