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right away or I should try and find a bus stop first? I could not see it from where I was standing. A feel of summer was all around me: green bushes and grass, buzzing bees and the birds were whirling around in carefree pirouettes.
     
    Maybe this place isn’t as bad as I expected? I rejoiced squinting at the sun. Despite the fatigue and the desire to take a nap for an hour or two, I decided to take a little walk and check out at the surroundings. It would be nice to get to know this city - what it’s like?
     
    I passed some shouting taxi drivers - aren’t they the same as everywhere else? They really do try to lure you in with their “hey, lady! Do you need a Tazi? It’s cheap! Just tell me where you wanna go...” I made a turn on the road that lead to the city. It was hard to fail with the directions as there was only one single concrete path that could take me there.
     
    My feet were moving fast and my eyes were marvelling at the flowers growing on the side of the road. As I reached the top of the hill I stopped blown away by the view. And that was some view: in the valley below the mountains the city resembled a cat curled in a basket.
     
    A haze from the heat was rising above the roofs and roads; hot air was quivering over the abundantly growing greenery which there was plenty of in this lost world of mountains. The city seemed asleep under the sun. I could see some small cars moving along the roads - from the distance they seemed tiny and slow, and I could even detect a few pedestrians.
     
    Tally. Midday.
     
    I took my eyes away from the view and felt the sweat rolling down my forehead. I wiped it off and continued with my journey. It was a lot easier to walk down the hill and I felt more positive. The wheels of my bag were bouncing on small rocks and excitement replaced the tiredness.
     
    Not long now. Not long.
     
    At last after walking for another thirty minutes I found myself standing on one of the streets of the mystical Tally.
     
    Strangely enough, from a closer look the city didn’t look as bright and attractive as it did from the top of the hill: the plastering on the walls was peeling off, store signs - pale and bland - as though they’d been hanging there since the last century; some lonely people were hurrying into the shade - all of this gave me a strong sense of gloom and emptiness.
     

     
    Near the traffic lights I turned right and walked along the Alpine Avenue - at least that’s the name that was written on a pinned to a pole plate. This avenue was slightly wider than the street I was on before and yet had the same feeling of abandonment. A few times I saw some people walking past me - three men and one woman. They all looked at me with a surprise and even dread; furthermore - the woman made a big detour to avoid me as if she was afraid of catching a disease. Such behaviour from the others didn’t make me feel optimistic and I paused to have a look around. Am I missing something? For a few seconds I was scrutinising the surroundings: two-storey houses, an old and forsaken cafe with dusty windows and creaky door but nothing seemed particularly suspicious or dangerous and so I carried on. As I passed two more streets and three more pedestrians - all of which had the same expression of their faces as if to say “Is there anybody home, you, dummy?” I came to a decision not to pay attention to the things I don’t understand. But right at this very second I heard a piercing sound of a whistle.
     
    I turned around.
     
    A man looking like a local policeman rushed towards me. His shoulders were squeezed into the blue uniform, a shiny buckle pressed tightly into his huge belly that was wobbling as he ran. The policeman was waving a dark baton and constantly wiping away the sweat running down his blue cap.
     
    “Aren’t you familiar with the rules?” he was breathing heavily and his bushy eye brows frowning.
     
    “My apologies. But what did I do wrong?”
     
    “This is a one way