So the guy that helped me buy my electric guitar has a band (in which I might actually get in, but I'm 100% sure he doesn't trust my abilities yet, though I'm confident I could convince him easily, the only problem is that they've already got 1 guitar and 1 bass guit, but that is not a problem in itself
). Ok I'm getting off the point. And I went to one of their rehearsals, today. They don't have that much time to rehearse right now, so those are pretty rare, with the exams and everything.
And while we were there I went to buy a couple of beers (I'm really serious that they free up your mind a little bit, if taken with measure). So after we finished, we realized that the new vocal guy was really poor (they've just kicked out our old vocals, who was a total idiot and a 1000-face jerk, so they were trying this new one).
So we went, we took a trolleybus to the metro station and we split up, me and the guy that helped me carry my organ (I'm sorry if it sounds like a very bad pun, I really didn't mean it to be so
), because it's virtually impossible to carry an organ and an electric guitar and a bag with cables, went to the metro (subway) while the others remained in the trolleybus to get home.
Then we realized we were really hungry, so we went to buy something to eat from one of the many fast-foods in a very popular subway passage. And I asked the guardian there where the toilet was, and surprise! There was no toilet anywhere, in that huge passage right in the center of the city. Great, isn't it?
So I went out to find a toilet, while leaving that guy to buy food and watch the instruments. I didn't take my jacket because I went out for just a bit. There was NOTHING anywhere, and a lot of people of the hundreds that were in that square (that place is more active by night than by day, because it's right in the center and near 3 huge universities, so students are everywhere at night) a lot were looking for a toilet.
Most of them were using the street as a toilet, but, of course, I thought that's a really uncivilized thing to do (though there were lots of really drunk people which do it anywhere, I hate to do it). So I kept searching. After about 10 minutes of no luck, I decided I didn't care. I went on a dark street and found some garbage cans, and I saw a drain (those ones through which anyway water from the toilet comes) so I didn't feel guilty at all using it as a toilet, there was nobody around, everything was perfect.
It was really cold outside, I understood after spending very little time without my jacket, so I pulled my hood on my head before finding that place.
Then I saw a random guy approaching. I quickly tried to zip my jeans but I couldn't, I was afraid he would see me. So luckily I received a text message just then. I pretended I was talking on the phone (and I'm really good at faking a conversation, not kidding). I tried to move quietly and walking normally past him, but he blocked my way with his right foot.
He came to me and asked me, with a tone that would make even a horror movie director freak out "what are you doing here?". It was a polite tone, but a... forced polite, can't really describe it. I answered I was talking on the phone, and I didn't want to talk on the phone in the middle of the night right in the front of the garden of a church (which was near, and I was really honest that I respected the church and that's why I moved farther away because I would never urinate so near a church).
He then said "did you know this is private property? How did you get in here?". I said there was nothing to tell a regular pedestrian that it is private property, not even a tiny bit of text, and I had no idea. As for how I entered there, well, it was just a random alley, I told him the truth - I went from in front of the church and got there from a bigger street, there was no gate or door or anything.
Then he told me it he is a guardian (he was dressed as a civilian, BTW), and showed me a surveillance camera at the entrance of the alley. He said "do you see that? that's how I saw you get in here". I said "no, I didn't see it, it is too high to be seen and I thought it was just a random street" (it was at least 12 meters from the ground, on a bloc, but it was in such a position that it couldn't see me at the end of the alley, so he had no way to know what I was really doing there).
I said I am sorry and pulled my hood off, and said I had no idea and I will leave right then. He then asked "what did you came here to steal?". That question perplexed me. I said "me? stealing? I've never stolen anything or planned to do so". He said "then why did you have your hood on, what are you hiding?". In particular, as I said above, it was just COLD, that's why I had it one!! I told him this (as polite and nice as I could).
He asked me for my ID. Of course, I LEFT IT IN THE JACKET IN THE FAST FOOD! In my mind: "oh crap". So I said "I don't have it with me". He said "then would you like me calling the police to fine you for not having it with you at all times?". I just said "no, I wouldn't" (it might sound arrogant in English, but I swear it doesn't in Romanian).
He asked again "what were you doing here?". I answered again that I was just talking on the phone. He then pulled his jacket away a bit... and showed me his gun. Man I've never seen someone dressed as a civilian with a gun before... this was getting awful, like a nightmare or something.
He pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, then took me inside. He showed me a chair and said "sit here".
Now here comes the really, really surreal part:
He said "did you hear about that woman that killed herself two days ago jumping from a window at the sixth floor and also killed with her her baby, which she was holding in her arms when she did it?". There was a huge fuss in the news on this a few days before, so I really did hear about that. That's the place where she's done it. In my mind: "oh crap, this is unbelievable". Him again: "and did you know we had a robbery here just 1 week ago?". I was so amazed that my mouth was literally almost open.
He asked me how old I was. I said 16 (the truth, btw). Him: "it would be a pity to start stealing at this age". Me: "I really had no idea of what happened here. I'm really sorry, but I've never stolen anything in my life". I gave him the address of a news site with some random article about one of my concerts, to show him I was not a random guy walking on the streets with no target.
I told him I was in a band (technically I wasn't yet, but I knew them all for years, brought them 2 of the instruments, played with them so many times as a joke, so it wasn't exactly a lie) and I was just going to meet my friend who was going to come from the metro with two instruments (in my mind I've already built a story that can't be disproven and with that also assured that I have a way to bring that guy here too if I needed him to prove what I said - spontaneity is one of the few things I can definitely say I always have, no matter what the situation).
He then held me there for a few more minutes asking all kinds of questions, when my cell rang. It was my father. He knew perfectly where I was, but I really, really didn't want to get him into this. I talked to him as if I was talking with a friend, and neither him nor the guardian had any problem with that conversation. I really didn't want the guardian to talk to him and maybe find some inconcordance between what I say and what he said (though almost all of what I said was true, just presented slightly different), I also knew he had a very busy day and it would have been HORRIBLE to have him forced to come there to pick me up.
After that, the guardian asked me some more questions, and finally he told me to stand up and make the surveillance camera "take a good look at me, so they can identify me if needed". I looked at the camera, got close to it and faced it directly.
He took me out of that building, locked it with his keys and got me out of the alley. Then he said "go, but be very careful where you walk next time". "I still don't know if you have nothing to do with the suicide, with the robbery or with the garbage thrown away here in this street, but I will find out if needed!!".
Then some random colleague of him arrived with his car, and they said hello and started talking. So I mimed a thank you (with my hands and head, I didn't want to interrupt him) and left walking slowly and carefully, thinking of what just happened.
Then I had the inspiration to look at my phone to see what the time is. The time? 22:49. And then the situation hit me again. THE LAST METRO WAS LEAVING IN 4 MINUTES AND I HAD NO MONEY FOR A TAXI, AND NEITHER DID MY FRIEND! We just used our last money to buy food!! Needless to say, Bucharest has 22 km in diameter and I was at least 11 km away from where I live.
So as soon as I got off the sight of those people I started running. I ran in desperation, through the freezing cold night, as fast as the irregularities of the asphalt allowed me to. I arrived at the passage, I grabbed my food with one hand, used the power of mental stress on the other hand to grab the 12 kg organ with it, and told that guy "no time to lose, let's catch the last metro!!". He grabbed my guitar, ran with me, and we saw the train arriving at the station while we were still a good distance away from it.
We ran, and it closed the door right in front of our noses. We couldn't believe it. Then just when we thought we lost it, it opened the doors again for us, and the train conductor came to us and told us "no worries, get in the train, we normally don't stop for passengers but I love music and I didn't want to let you guys outside" (we had huge instruments with us, don't forget).
We got in, and we managed to catch the last bus too. Really, it was already well over the time when public transportation stops in Bucharest (it was like half an hour after 11 PM), so it was amazing.
So I said bye to that guy, went upstairs, got home and my father asked me, seeing I was struggling to get those huge things inside, "is everything all right?". So I answered "yes, father, everything is all right", went in the room and closed the door behind me.
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