I smile for the man who opens the door for me. "Thank you," I say in his language. My pronunciation is hopeless. You think it's likely I understand almost nothing beyond hello, goodbye and where is the railway station.
I slid into the backseat and place my belongings beside me. Then I sit forward and look at you curiously. "Is it far to the police building? What was wrong with my papers? You have a lovely car."
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