The man at the train station...

Some days have passed up since we came here, I spent mostly all of my time inside the room, John goes in and out, and during the night we move a big wardrobe to seal up the door...even so, I think none of us had actually any sleep since we arrived...

I really don't know where John goes every time, and I don't ask, but I keep on wondering myself what will it be if something bad happens to him and I'm left all alone in here, in the middle of nowhere without any chance of getting back home...



Today there was a weird situation at the train station...like I said, I don't go out much, but John ask me if I could go whit him this time since he had to do some "paperwork" and needed someone to take care of "something" for him wile he was on it...

We went down the apartment and walked like two blocks until the train station, the streets are empty, but there are many, many more dead animals and bones, laying on the streets...(it seems like the people from this side of Kijuju has went somewhere else...it's all like a ghost town here...), I think I saw some big antenna coming out from a big military truck parked some blocks away... (I wonder what are they doing here..), anyway, that might explain my "mysterious" Internet connection lately... (but the army is never a good sign...), finally, we arrived to the train station, there it was.., the same man in a suit we saw the other day when we where at the beach, I didn't actually notice anyone when we first came in to the hall of the train station, the guy gave us a black briefcase, and told John he should fill the reports before leaving...



At that point the guy walked away and John told me to stay there, he said I should take care of that briefcase cos' it was very important, but I shouldn't open it, and said he would be back in a few minutes..., he also gave me his cellphone and said I could use it to ask for help if anything happend (there was only one number on the address book and I should call there), then he walked away and up to the stairs of the train station 2nd floor, then I saw him...

There was a guy, completely and absolutely out of place siting a few seats away from me...Africa is hot (very hot actually), if you manage to get yourself into a shirt and a pair of pants that's only because you can't walk around naked...but this guy...this guy was ALL dressed up (and by "all" I'm including GLOVES), and it didn't even seemed to have any heat at all! He was just silently siting there, I couldn't tell if it was looking at me or not, but it was out of place, that's for sure.

Since all in this trip has being "out of place" (and since I had John's phone), I took a picture of him [-*link deleted*-]
it's in a crappy quality, I know, it seems Johns cellphone isn't good enough taking pictures, besides I was so nervous I wasn't really putting any attention to the angle...even if I couldn't avoid taking a picture... I managed to email the picture to my account using the phone, then, I was deleting the pic when John arrived from behind...I think he saw me doing something but I doubt he had the chance to see "what"...and the picture was not longer on his phone.

Then I looked back and the guy was gone, gone into the thin air, like if it haven't existed at all...I don't know if I should tell John about it...it was an odd experience, but it was just a guy after all...right?

Well, he took back his cellphone and the briefcase, we head back to the apartment and there was no talking about since...I think I should get some sleep now...

I'll keep o touch...

(hope so)

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