Spectacle in the bank

We just opened our first Chinese bank accounts. And it was exciting.
We could only submit to the performance of pondering stamps shattered through the place like a symphony of poorly played drums.
It was grand and I wanted to take pictures or document it in some way.
But don’t want to be conceived as the troublemaker.
Like the mute spectators we yield into act as, we witnessed entire forests vanishing before our eyes as every single piece of paper from the bank was signed.
Exhausted, I was happy Louise had taken the part as ambassador of our Swedish team. Doing it right for both of us.
Then it was my turn.