Rushing pas by few old huts, I grabbed on to a couple of robes that were hanging on laundry ropes and quickly put them on. The local old man, sleeping on, something that almost resembled a bench, didn’t notice the theft of his hat either.
-We got away with it! Success! -I proudly stated, already claiming the victory. - Are they still chasing us? -I turned around to check up on the oppressors. With true passion for their profession, they were running few meters behind.
-Darn it! I can’t believe it. They usually give up after a 100 meters. This shockingly disgusting devotion is now annoying me! –Saying this I made a quick turn and to my relief I saw busy alleys of a food market.
-This way! We will fit in right away! –I said with a glimpse of hope.
Few steps into what I thought was a perfect escape plan, I noticed the crowd was not moving. Something was blocking it. We elbowed our way through the gathering.
In front of us arose a tall Styrofoam wall. It was as wide as the alley and reaching first floors of surrounding huts, blocking street noodle ‘bars’. Whole thing was tied to something that must have been a very heavily burdened tricycle. The owner of this fine bundle was nowhere to be found.
-Well that is just irresponsible and careless. Anyone could steal it. -I said with a big grin, to my lovely wife. -Hmmm, here is a thought. How much does the Styrofoam go for these days?
Without wasting any more time we climbed over the white mountain. My dearest, sat comfortably on top of it and, as usual, proceeded counting our daily ‘income’. I jumped on the empty saddle and paddled through the crowd getting away from unsuspicious law enforcement officers. [Weronika Nossowicz]