Line

I arrived late, already a line was made. I panicked at the end of the line. The line continued by turning around the corner of the building, and from here it could not be seen to the beginning. Although I left home with plenty, I missed the train on the way, I had to circle without noticing for a while, so I was behind schedule considerably. The flow of the line goes a little and then stops, after a stop it goes a little. By the time I finally arrived at the corner of the building, it was already evening. Even when the corner was bent, the line extended, and furthermore it turned out not to be seen by turning the corner. There was another line on the other side of the street. That line continued bending in the opposite corner. I got worried. I did not expect there was any other line, and in a rush, I ran into this line. Where is that line going? "Oh, sorry, what line is this?" A passerby who seemed to be a foreigner asked. I could not answer. Neither my former nor the people behind me, nobody answered me why.