Mexico to San Francisco, stopped and changed overnight in Los Angeles: the city of devils. Five hours in the coach station:
dank, sweaty, flourescent illumination and the crusted bodies of a million passers-through; lines winding around each
other, baggage piled high... I didn't ever want to come back.

And here I am. Not through any choice of my own - really. Well, maybe kind of, a little bit, but not the city that enticed
me: a whole other desire. And no, not a woman. I'm here for my exam: Step 2, Clinical Skills, of the USMLEs about which