Meeting my neighbors

My little daughter has to write an essay on visual messages and sent me out to take pics of her elementary school. In the last ten years, school children became scarce in our neighborhood while the population of lunatics increased. So the school was closed and the building became a Psychological Clinic. I dutifully took pics of the graffiti and sign posts but when trying to enter though the front door with my camera, I was attacked by a Moorish receptionist shouting it was forbidden to enter with cameras and loudly called security. The lobby was full of sad, depressed women looking at the floor. Thanks to my fast reflexes, my camera escaped unharmed.