"We were standing in line outside of something,
two by two, or alone in pairs, or simply alone,
looking into windows full of scissors,
windows full of shoes. the street was closing,
the city was closing, would we be the
ones to make it? They were showing
in a glass case, the Man without a Country.
we held up our passports in his face, we wept for him..."

Adrienne Rich - The Man without a Country