You went to the nearest stop for buses that travel to other cities in the west.

You have collected your things and you go to the bus stop. You think you should probably even move to another state - that way you'll be safer...

You came to the bus stop and you stood in line for ticketing. Tickets are issued in a small office building in which the ticket office is located.

The queue is quite long and people are crowded. Suddenly, you suddenly notice from a distance a person vaguely familiar to you: you understand that this is one of the people to whom you handed Joe's suitcase about a month ago. Fortunately, this person is not looking at you, he is busy communicating with a neighbor in turn.

You listen to their conversation and you hear fragmentary phrases: "You did not see ... He is small in stature ... blond ... young ... about twenty years old ... "

You realize with horror that this person is clearly a bandit and clearly describes you... he is looking for you and obviously not only he is.

You leave the line and you try to get out of this office building as discreetly as possible. You can hardly hold back your tears.