Some places looked the same as others. This city was one of them. It was as if Zamir hadn’t left home at all.

With time to wait until his meeting with the police chief, Zamir decided to wait outside rather than stand around in the station. Not too far away from that building was a playground, full of children. Not too far from that was a field, with many young adults kicking around a ball.

Well, back home the police station he frequented was not near so much activity. Maybe this called for a better city. Or maybe it called for the necessity of such places to be nearby so much authority. He considered the possibility.

When he turned back, he saw someone being taken into the station.

It was not who he was looking for. But he was someone he knew. Straightening his collar, Zamir returned to the station.