The elevator
stopped on the fifteen floor (so, it was the button 15 I pushed downstairs when
I didn’t look and didn’t care). I got off and saw several wide doors with
companies’ signs on the left and on the right. Nothing particularly
extraordinary and worthy of seeing. I did want to jump back into the elevator,
but heard a man’s voice speaking on a walkie-talkie. It must have been the same
stupid policeman who was probably reporting about me to the security people all
over the building. I needed to hide behind one of the doors. I pushed open the first door on the left. Out
of the corner of my eye I caught the name on the door sign – three giant
letters “A . . . F . . . M.” Something-Fun-Something . . . whatever! Who cared?!
Inside, I saw a colorful display of international
flags standing on high poles in a semi-circle around a large reception counter.
There seemed to be no one behind the counter, but when I went closer, I saw a
skinny, very serious-looking girl in glasses. An employee about my age! How bizarre…
O.K., my friends, this is what took place some time
ago. Now, I have a different (and exciting!) life. I promise to continue the
story in a few days but have to pack now. Tomorrow I’m off to Washington DC for
a conference on global sustainability. By the way, I’m taking a train because
I’ve been wondering why the country with a largest number of airlines has only
one national train company?! Is there anything wrong with travelling by rail?
I’ll find out!
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