Chapter 8 Chapter Eighteen and Nineteen

I keep an eye on things. This is why I don't like new surroundings.If I am in a familiar place, such as home, or school, or the bus, or the store, or the street, I can see almost everything I have seen before, and I only need to pay attention to some things that have changed or moved That's it.For example, one week the "Shakespeare's World" poster in the school classroom fell off, and you could tell because it was put back on, but slightly askew to the right, and there was a Three little thumbtack marks.Also, the next day, someone graffitied on the lamppost at number 437 on our street, which stood just outside the door at number 35.

But most people are very lazy, they never observe carefully, they just "glance", the meaning is almost the same as passing by, a bit like a billiard ball passing by another billiard ball, the information in their brains It is also very simple. For example, if they are in the suburbs, the situation may be: 1. I am standing on a lush grassland. 2. There are several cows on the grassland. 3. The sun is shining, and there are a few clouds in the sky. 4. There are dots of wild flowers on the grassland. 5. There is a village in the distance. 6. There is a fence on the edge of the grassland, and there is a gate on the fence.

Then they stop paying attention to other details, because they are likely to think something else, such as "Oh, this is so beautiful here", or "I seem to have forgotten to turn off the gas stove", or "I wonder if Julie is born?" {12}But if I were standing in the suburbs, I would notice all the minute details. For example, I remember standing on the field in the suburbs on Wednesday, June 15, 1994, when my father and mother Join me in the drive to Dover to catch the ferry to France on what my father calls a "scenic route", meaning taking a country road and stopping for lunch in a public garden.On the way I asked to stop to pee, I walked out into a field where there were a few cows, and afterward I stopped to enjoy the view and noticed the following things:

1. There are nineteen cows in the grassland, fifteen of them are black and white, and four are white and brown. 2. There is a village in the distance, thirty-one houses and a church are clearly visible. The tower of the church is square, not pointed. 3. There are field ridges in the wilderness, which means that in the Middle Ages it was a so-called plowed field, and every household living in the village had a piece of farmland. 4. There was an old Asda plastic bag in the hedge, a squashed Coca-Cola can with a snail crawling on it, and a long orange string. 5. The northwest corner of the garden has the highest terrain, and the southwest corner has the lowest terrain (I have a compass, because we are going on vacation, and I hope to know which direction Swindon is after arriving in France), and the garden is along the direction between these two orientations. The line between them folds down slightly, so that if the field were flat, the northwest and southeast corners would appear slightly lower.

6. I found that there are three different kinds of grasses and two kinds of wild flowers of different colors. 7. Most cows face uphill. Beyond that, there were thirty-one other little details I noticed, but Sharon said I didn't need to write them all out.In other words, if I'm in a completely new environment, I'm going to get really tired, because I'm so observant, and if someone asks me to tell me what those cows looked like afterward, I'll ask which one he's referring to, and I'll still be able to work on them. Draw the cow at home and tell him that the pattern on a certain cow is like this.

Where I lied in chapter thirteen when I said "I don't know jokes," I actually knew three jokes, one of which was about cows.Sharon said that I don't need to go back and change the sentence in chapter 13, because it doesn't count as a lie, I just need to "clarify" it, it doesn't matter. The joke goes like this. There are three people on the same train, one is an economist, one is a logician, and the other is a mathematician.The train had just crossed the Scottish border (I don't know why they were going to Scotland), and the three of them looked out the window and saw a brown cow in the field (the cow was standing parallel to the train).

Economist: "Look, Scottish cows are brown." The logician says, "No, there are cows in Scotland, and at least one of them is brown." The mathematician said, "No, there is at least one cow in Scotland that is brown on one side." The joke is funny because economists aren't really scientists, logicians think more clearly, but mathematicians say it best. Every time I go to a new environment, because I look carefully, it will be like a computer doing too many things at the same time, causing the central processing unit to be full, and there is no other space to think about other things.In addition to a new environment and many people present, the situation will become more difficult, because people are not like cows or flowers and plants. They will talk to you and do things that you don't expect, so you must keep an eye on them at all times. Look around, listen to all directions, and pay attention to any other possible events.Sometimes when I'm in an unfamiliar environment with lots of people around, my computer freezes, forcing me to close my eyes, cover my ears and groan, as if pressing "Ctrl+Alt+Del" at the same time The three keys are the same, close the program that is being executed, shut down the computer and then reactivate it, so that I can remember what I was going to do and where I am going.

That's why I'm good at chess, math and logic, because most people are blind, they can't see the truth, they have a lot of extra space in their heads, but they pretend to be irrelevant and Nonsensical stuff, like "I seem to have forgotten to turn off the gas stove" kind of thing. 181 {12}It is absolutely true, I asked Sharon what people think when they see things, and she answered me like that. In my toy train set I have a small house with two rooms separated by a passage, one is the ticket office where the tickets are sold and the other is the waiting room for the trains, but the train station in Swindon No, it consists of an underpass and some stairs, a shop, a coffee shop, and a waiting room, like this: but it's not a very accurate diagram of the station either, because I was too flustered to detail it After careful observation, this is just a rough "rough picture" drawn from my memory.

That feeling is like standing on a cliff against a strong wind, dizzy and shaky.A large number of people came and went in and out of the underground passage, and there was only one entrance leading directly to the underground. There was also the smell of toilet urine and smoke in the passage, which was disgusting.I clung to the wall, holding on to the edge of a sign so I wouldn't fall and get on my stomach.The sign said, "Passengers looking for a parking lot, please use the phone on the right side of the opposite ticket gate for assistance." I really wanted to go home, but I was afraid to go home.I want to make plans for what to do next, but there is so much to see and hear.

So I covered my ears with my hands to block out the noise and thought hard.It occurred to me that I would have to stay at the station to catch the train, and I would have to find a place to sit down, but there was nowhere near the station gate, and I would have to go down the underpass.So I said to myself—in my head, without saying it aloud—"I'm going down the tunnel, there might be a place for me to sit and close my eyes and think." I focused on looking at the tunnel Walking down a sign at the end, the sign reads "Warning: CCTV is in operation". It feels like walking on a high-altitude rope just after leaving the cliff.

Finally came to the end of the tunnel, there is a ladder at the end.I walked up the stairs, still crowded with people above, and I couldn't help moaning.At the end of the stairs there was a shop and a room with chairs, but it was also full, so I walked past it.Here again I saw signs saying "Big West", "Cold and Ale of All Kinds", "Slippery Carefully", "Donate Fifty Pence to Save Premature Babies", "Drag Travel" , 'Unique Fresh', 'Delicious, rich, deluxe hot chocolate for £1.30', '0870 777 7676', 'Lemon Tree', as well as 'No Smoking' and 'Delicious assortment of teas'.There were a few small tables and chairs nearby, and one table in the corner was empty, so I sat down on a chair next to it and closed my eyes.I reached into my coat pocket, and Toby crawled into my palm, and I fed him two feeds from the bag, with a Swiss army knife in my other hand.I groaned to cover the noise because I had neither hand free to cover my ears.But my groans were not loud enough to cause other people to hear me and come to talk to me. So I can calm down and think about the next step, but I still can't think because my mind is full of other thoughts, so I do math games to clear my mind. The math game I made was called "Defend Army Chess".This game requires a chessboard, which can be extended infinitely in all directions when playing chess. Below the center line are colored small squares as follows: You can move a colored square, but you must jump over a colored square horizontally or vertically (but not diagonally) and stop at a position other than a space.At the same time, every time you move out of a colored square, you must move another colored square back to the position you just jumped out of, like this: You must keep an eye on how far the colored squares go beyond the horizontal take-off line.Start playing like this: then change to this: In fact, I already knew the answer, because no matter how you move the colored squares, you can't jump beyond four spaces from the horizontal take-off line. A good math problem that uses your brain, you can make it bigger and more complicated as you like. I ended up making it like this: I looked up and saw a policeman standing in front of me and said to me, "Is there anyone in your house?" I didn't understand what he meant. He added: "How are you, young man?" I looked at him, thought about how to answer correctly, and then I said, "Not good." "You look a bit embarrassed," he said. On his finger he wore a gold ring with cursives on it, but I couldn't make out the letters. He said: "The lady at the coffee bar said you've been sitting here for two and a half hours and she wanted to talk to you, but you ignored her." He said again, "What's your name?" I said, "Christopher Boone." He said, "Where do you live?" I said, "Thirty-six Randolph Street." When I finished, I felt better because I liked the police and these were easy questions to answer.I even hesitated to tell him that his father had killed Wellington and asked him if he wanted to arrest him. He said, "What are you doing here?" I said, "I need to sit down and think quietly." He said, "Okay, let's keep it simple, what are you doing at the train station?" I said, "I'm going to find my mother." He said, "Mother?" I said, "Yes, mother." He said, "What time do you take the train?" I said, "I don't know, she lives in London, I don't know what time I have a car to go to London." He said, "So, you don't live with your mother?" I said, "No, but I'm going now." He sat down next to me and said, "I see, where does your mother live?" I said, "London." He said, "Yes, but where in London?" I said: "Block C, 451 Chart Road, 5NG, Northwest London Second District." He said, "My God, what is that?" I looked down and said, "That's my pet mouse, Toby." Toby was poking out of my pocket to watch the police. The policeman said, "Pet rat?" I said, "Yes, pet rat, it's clean, and it's pathogen-free." "That's reassuring," the policeman said. I say yes." He said, "Have you bought a ticket yet?" I said, "No." He said, "Do you have money for a ticket?" I said, "No." He said, "Then how are you going to get to London?" I didn't know how to answer because I had my father's ATM card in my pocket and it was against the law to steal it, but he was a cop and I had to be honest with him, so I said, "I have an ATM card." He took out the ATM card from his pocket and showed it to him. It was a white lie. But the policeman said, "Is this your card?" I thought he was going to arrest me, and I said, "No, it's my father's." He said, "Father's?" I said, "Yes, father's." He said, "Very good." He said slowly, pinching the tip of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. I said, "He told me the password." Another white lie. He said, "Shall we walk to the ATM together, huh?" I said, "You can't touch me." He said, "Why should I touch you?" I said, "I don't know." "I don't know either," he said. I said, "I once got a warning for hitting the policeman, but I didn't mean to hurt him, but if I do it again, I will be in more trouble." He looked at me and said, "You mean it, don't you?" I say yes." He said, "You lead the way." I said, "Where are you going?" "Go back to the ticket gate," he said, pointing in the direction with his thumb. So we went back to the underpass again, but this time it was less scary because the police were with me. I put the ATM card in the ATM, just like my father sometimes made me do when we were shopping together.The words "Enter password" appeared on the ATM, I entered "3558" and then pressed "Confirm", the machine made a voice saying "Please enter the withdrawal amount", and several options appeared at this time I asked the policeman, "How much is a ticket to London?" "About twenty," he said. I said, "Sterling?" "My God," he said, laughing.But I didn't laugh, and I don't like people laughing at me, even if he's a cop.He stopped laughing at once, and said: "Yes, twenty pounds." So I pressed fifty pounds, and five ten-pound notes came out of the machine, followed by a receipt.I put the bills, receipts and ATM cards in my pockets. "I don't think I should continue chatting with you," the policeman said. I said, "Where do I buy a train ticket?" Because if you get lost and need the right directions, you can ask the police. He said, "You're smart, aren't you?" I said, "Where do I buy train tickets?" because he didn't answer my question. "There," he said, pointing to a large room with a large glass window on the other side of the station gate. "Do you really know what you're doing?" I said, "Yes, I'm going to live with my mother in London." He said, "Does your mother have a phone?" I said: "Yes." He said, "Can you give me the phone number?" I said, "Yes, the phone number is 02088878907." He said, "In case you get into trouble, you're going to call her, okay?" I said, "Okay." I knew I could call from a booth if I had money, and now I have money. He said, "Very good." I walked into the ticket office and looked back to see that the police were still watching me, which made me feel safe.There was a long table in a large room, and a window was opened in front of the table. A man was standing in front of the window, and a man was sitting behind the window. I said to the man behind the window, "I'm going to London." The man standing in front of the window said: "I'm sorry." Then he turned his back to me. The man behind the window gave him a small piece of paper to sign. After he signed it, he pushed it in from under the window, and the man behind the window went Hand him a ticket.The man standing by the window looked at me and said, "What are you looking at?" and walked away. The man had knotted hair, some blacks have that, but this man was white.The knotted hair is never washed, and the hair becomes dirty like a pile of old ropes.He also wears a pair of red trousers with some stars on them.I hold my Swiss Army knife tightly in one hand in case he touches me. At this time, no one was at the window, so I said to the person behind the window: "I am going to London." I was not afraid at all when I was with the police, but when I looked back, the police had already left, and I started to be afraid again Wake up, so I try to pretend I'm playing a computer game called "Train to London" and "Isle of Mist" or "Last Hour" where you have to solve a lot of problems to get to the next step, and I can Feel free to turn it off. The man behind the window said, "One way or round trip?" I said, "What do you mean one way or round trip?" He said, "Do you want a one-way ticket, or a round-trip ticket?" I said, "I'm going to stay there when I get there." He said, "How long?" I said, "Until I go to college." "That's one way," he said, adding, "Seventeen pounds." I gave him fifty pounds, and he gave me thirty back, saying, "Don't lose your money." Then he gave me a little yellow-orange ticket and three pound coins, which I kept with my Swiss knife.Although I don't like the yellow half of the ticket, I still have to put it away because it is my train ticket. He went on to say, "Please get out of the way of the counter." I said, "What time is the train to London?" He looked at his watch and said, "Platform 1, five minutes later." I said, "Where is the first platform?" He pointed it out to me and said, "Go through the underpass and go upstairs, and you'll see the sign." The underground passage is the underground passage, and I saw the direction he was pointing.I walked to the ticket office, but it didn't look like a computer game at all, because I was already in it, and the signs in every direction seemed to be screaming in my head.Someone bumped into me as they walked by, and I had to chase them away with a dog-like noise. I pretended to draw a huge red line on the ground, from under my feet all the way through the underpass.I began to walk along the red line, saying in my mouth: "Left, right, left, right, left, right..." Sometimes when I am afraid or angry, if I can find a regular rhythm, such as music or drums , will help me.This is what Sharon taught me. I walked out of the underground passage and saw a pointer that said "No First Platform", and this "No" pointed to a glass door, so I walked inside the glass door.Then another guy with a suitcase bumped into me, and I made the dog noise again, and the guy next to me said, "Walk and watch." But I pretended they were the demon guards from "Train to London."There was a train on the platform, and I saw a man approaching the door with a newspaper and a bag of golf clubs in his hand, and then he pushed a huge button next to it, and the electric door opened.I liked it very much.A moment later the door closed behind him again. I looked at my watch. Three minutes had passed since I bought the ticket, which meant the train was about to leave in two minutes. So I approached the door too, pressed the button, and the door opened automatically, and I stepped into the car. I'm on the train to London. Waiting Room Cafe Shop Underpass Passage Ticket Office I used to make a train timetable when I was playing with my toy train set because I love train timetables.And what I like about timetables is that I like knowing exactly when everything happens. Below is my daily schedule when I was living with my dad, when I thought my mother died of a sudden heart attack (this is a Monday schedule, and a rough approximation). Every weekend I make my own work and rest schedule, write it on a piece of paper, and stick it on the wall.It's mostly about "feed Toby," or "do the math," or "go to the store for candy," or something.That's one of the things I don't like about France, because people don't book timetables when they're on vacation, and I have to ask my mother and father to preview the day's activities every morning so I don't feel so bad. Time is not the same as space. When you put something somewhere, like a protractor or a piece of biscuit, a map will appear in your mind to tell yourself where you put it, but even if there is no map, They're still there, too, because the map is just a representation of what actually exists, so you can find the protractor or the cracker again.But a timetable is a map of time. Without a timetable, time cannot exist as substantially as a staircase, a garden, or a path to school.Because time is just a relationship between different things changing, like the earth going around the sun, atoms vibrating, clocks ticking, day and night, and waking and sleeping.It is like the West, or the North-North-East, which ceased to exist when the Earth was destroyed and became part of the Sun, for it was only a dependency between the North and South Pole and other places, like Mogadisha and San The relationship between Teresa and Canberra is the same. At the same time it is not a fixed relationship, like the relationship between our house and Mrs. Sheen's house, or between seven and eight hundred and sixty-five.It all depends on how quickly you develop a relationship with a particular point, if you travel in a spaceship at the speed of light, when you return home, you may find that your family is long gone, and you are still young, although You're in the future, but your clock tells you you're only a few days or months away. Also, since the speed of light is faster than everything, it means we only know a little bit of what is going on in the universe, like this: This diagram shows everything and everything, the future is on the right, the past is on the left, and the slash C is the speed of light.We can't know what happened in the gray part, even if some of them have already happened, but when we get to point F, we can know what happened in the dot area P and Q. This means that time is a wonderful thing, not an entity, and no one can definitely solve the mysterious mystery of time.So if you are lost in time, it is like being lost in a desert, except that you cannot see the desert because it is not an entity. This is what I love about timetables, because it makes sure you don't get lost in time. 193 {13}We do art work in the art class, but in the first class in the morning and the first and second class in the afternoon, we do many different things, such as: reading, exams, social skills, Take care of animals, what to do on the weekends, writing, math, dangerous strangers, money, and personal hygiene. 7:20: wake up 7:25: brush teeth and wash face 7:30: feed Toby food and water 7:40: eat breakfast 8:00: put on school uniform 8:50: pack schoolbag 8:10: Read a book or watch a video tape 8:32: Take the school bus to school 8:43: The school bus passes the aquarium 8:51: Arrive at the school : First class in the morning at 10:30: Class ends at 10:50: Mrs. Epidermi’s art class {13} 12:30: Lunch at 1:00 p.m.: First class in the afternoon at 2:10 p.m. Five: The second class in the afternoon 3:30: Take the school bus home 3:49: Get off at the door of the house 3:50: Drink fruit juice and eat snacks 3:55: Hey Toby Food and water 4:00: get Toby out of the cage 4:18: put Toby in the cage 4:20: watch TV or video 5:00: read 6:00: tea 6:00 30:00: watch TV or video tape 7:00 am: do math exercises 8:00 am: take a shower 8:15: change pajamas 8:20: play computer games 9:00 am: watch TV or video tape 9:20 Ten: Juice, snack Nine thirty: Go to bed Right now the time-space train is full of people, which I don't like because I don't like seeing a lot of people I don't know, and I hate being with a crowd of me People you don't know stay in a room.A train car is like a room, and while it's moving, it's impossible to leave it.It also reminds me of the day when I came home in my mother's car.When my mother came to pick me up from school that day because the school bus broke down, Mrs. Pi asked her if she could take Jack and Polly home too, because their mother couldn't come to pick them up.Mother agreed.But I started screaming as soon as I got in the car because it was so crowded and Jack and Polly weren't in my class, and Jack was headbutting everything he saw and making animal noises.I tried to get out of the car, but the car was still moving, and I fell out of the car and fell on the road. I got a lot of stitches on my head, and they shaved my hair. It didn't grow back until three months later. So this time I stood quietly in the carriage, not daring to move. Then I heard someone calling, "Christopher." I thought it was someone I knew, like a teacher at school or someone who lived down our street, but it wasn't.It was the policeman just now."Just in time," he said, panting, putting his hands on his knees to exhale. I was silent. "We found your father, he is at the police station," he said. I thought he was going to say my father was arrested by them for killing Wellington, but he didn't, he said: "He's looking for you." I said, "I know." "Then why are you going to London?" he said. I said, "Because I'm going to live with my mother." "I thought your father might have a problem with that," he said. I thought he was going to take me back to my father, which was a horrible thing because he was a cop, and cops are supposed to be good people.So I turned and tried to run, but he caught me.I screamed and he let go immediately. He said, "Okay, let's not go too far here." Then, "I'm going to take you back to the police station, and you and I and your father can sit down and talk about who should go where." I said, "I'm going to live with my mother, in London." He said, "Not yet, not yet." I said, "Did you arrest father?" He said: "Arrest him? Why?" I said, "He killed a dog, Wellington, with a spit that planted flowers." The policeman said, "Really?" I mean it." "Well, then, we can talk about that too," he said, adding, "Well, boy, you've taken enough risks today." He reached out to touch me again, and I screamed again, and he said, "Listen to me, you little monkey boy, are you going to listen to me or make me come..." Before the words were finished, the train moved and began to move. The policeman said, "Do it." He looked up at the ceiling of the carriage, covered his mouth with his hands as if he was praying to heaven, and blew hard into the palm of his hand, making a whistle-like sound, but the train was still vibrating, so he had no choice but to stop, and with one hand grabbed the rings. Then he said, "Don't move." He pulled out his walkie-talkie, pressed a button, and said, "Rob...? Yes, it's Nigel, I'm stuck on a train. Yes, not yet... Hey, there's a stop on Deckard Parkway , can you get someone to drive over and meet me... Great, tell him we've found him, but we'll have to wait a while, okay? Great." He turned off his walkie-talkie and said, "Let's find a seat." Pointing to the two long seats facing each other, he said, "Sit down, don't play tricks." Passengers sitting in those two seats got up and walked away because he was a policeman.So we sat down face to face. He said, "You're difficult, really." I thought to myself, I wonder if this policeman will help me find Block C, 451 Chater Road, 5NG, Northwest London Second District. I looked out the window as the train passed factories and a junkyard full of old cars.There are four mobile homes squatting on a dirt field, two dogs, and some clothes hanging out to dry. The scenery outside the window is like a map, but it is three-dimensional and solid-sized, because it is what is drawn on the map.Because the things in front of me were too complicated, I had a headache, so I closed my eyes, but opened them again soon, because I felt like I was flying, but I was flying close to the ground.I like flying.After a while the train entered the suburbs and I saw fields, cattle and horses, bridges, a farm, and more houses and paths with many cars.This scene reminds me of the millions of miles of railroad tracks in this world, how many houses and roads, rivers and farmlands the railroad tracks pass by.And it made me think about how many people there are in this world, where everyone has a house, a road for them to walk on, cars, pets, clothes, everyone eats lunch, goes to bed, everyone has their name.Thinking of this, my head hurts again.I closed my eyes again, counted, and moaned. When I opened my eyes again, the policeman was reading a newspaper called "The Sun". On the front page of the newspaper was a headline saying "Anderson's £3 million call girl scandal", with a picture of a man on it, and a A photo of a woman wearing only a bra. I did the math exercises in my head, and solved the quadratic equation with the following formula: Then I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I was on a train and I didn't know how long it would be until we got to London.Thinking about this made me start to panic, banging my knuckles on the glass window to help pass the time and stop thinking about going to the bathroom.I looked at my watch and waited seventeen minutes, and by the time I had to go to the bathroom, it was a real urgency, which is why I like to stay at home or school, and I have to go to the bathroom before I get on the school bus, or I will pee Wet a little on the pants. The cop stared at me and said, "Oh, Christopher, you...", and then he put down the newspaper and said, "For God's sake, go to that filthy toilet, okay?" I said, "But I'm on the train now. "There must be toilets on the train, you know that," he said. I asked, "Where is the toilet?" He pointed and said, "Through those doors, there it is. I'll keep an eye on you, understand?" I said, "No," because I knew what it meant to be stared at all the time, but there was no way he was staring at me while I was in the bathroom. He said, "Go to that dirty toilet." I got up from my seat and closed my eyes, leaving only a small slit so I couldn't see the other people on the train.I walked towards the door, and when I went through that door, I saw an open door on the right that said "Toilet" and went in. The smell in the toilet was horrible and there was some poop on the toilet bowl, like in a school toilet. I also don't want to use the toilet in the car because there will be poop in it, it's poop from someone I don't know, and it's brown.But I had to go, my pee was too urgent.So I pissed with my eyes closed and the train shook a bit and pissed some on the toilet seat and on the floor, but I wiped myself with toilet paper and flushed the toilet too.Then I wanted to wash my hands, but the faucet was malfunctioning, so I had to spit on my hands, wipe them off with toilet paper, and throw the toilet paper into the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet and found two shelves opposite the toilet with some boxes and a rucksack on it, it reminded me of the vented cupboards at home, I sometimes climb in and hide in it, feeling safe.So I climbed onto the shelf in the middle and pulled another box as a door to block my body.It was very dark inside, not only was there no one else, but I couldn't hear other people's voices. I felt much calmer, and then I settled down. I also made some quadratic equations, such as: 0=437X2=103X=11 and 0=79X2+43X+2089 I intentionally put in some very large coefficients to make it difficult to solve. The train started to slow down. Someone came and stood by the shelf and knocked on the toilet door. This person was the policeman. He called, "Christopher...? Christopher...?" He opened the toilet door and said He said "Damn".He was so close that I could see his walkie-talkie and baton on his waist, and I could smell his shaving water, but he didn't see me and I didn't make a sound because I didn't want him to Leave me to my father. Then he left, running. The train stopped, and I wondered if it was London, but I didn't dare move, I didn't want the police to find me. A lady in a coat embroidered with woolen bees and flowers came and took the knapsack from the rack above me and met me and said, "You're going to scare me to death." I was silent. She added: "Someone seems to be looking for you on the platform." I am still silent. "That's your business," she said, and walked away. Then three more people came by, one of them was a black man in a white gown, and he put a large package on the rack above my head, but he didn't see me. The train continued on its way.