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Closing the account was luckily rather straight-forward. With the help of fellow occupiers, we were able to both get the fees refunded and empty the account. I could write about a number of things, from the banker's unwillingness to explain how this 30-day window was anything other than a vehicle to extort fees, to the teller's unwillingness to accept a passport even though it was perfectly fine on several occasions in the past. Instead, I would rather focus on a unique aspect of this closure that highlights the degree to which this system is broken. I occupy for a number of reasons, some usual, some not. There were two interactions that stood out for me, one of which I'd missed because it happens so commonly to me that it slips into the background of my life unnoticed. I am used to people's experiences with blindness being defined by Helen Keller. This means that I am invariably spoken loudly or slowly to, as if hearing loss goes hand in hand with sight loss. At the doors, I was greeted by an overly loud call from one of the bankers in the lobby. I had assumed that this was because they were used to Occupy interfering with their business, but when it was pointed out during the post-closure rant session that this person may very well have been yelling at me because she assumed I couldn't hear, I had to admit that was a very likely possibility. The second was minor, but huge in its implications. Before the teller handed me my final account balance, she spoke of me in... Contd page 5