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I "knew" I was on the London underground with my brother, but in fact the trains were more like trams moving through sunny parks with trees, grass and flowers. My brother was going somewhere important: work I think, and then on to some kind of concert or conference. I, on the other hand, was on holiday and a stranger to the city.

The stations were only half a mile apart and the train came every two minutes. On some impulse, I got off at one station (little more than a platform in the park) and walked to the next. I was happy. I was torn between desire to be happy and my loyalty to my brother. Sometimes I took trains between stations and sometimes I walked. Sometimes there was a branching in the line, and I didn't know which way to go. Soon I was lost.

The next station was a station indeed, with walls, high ceiling, barriers and it was noising and full of people. I was carrying a musical instrument. I "knew" it was a cello, but in fact it was only guitar sized. I got out my cell phone and looked at the maps on the wall (London underground maps). But before I could call my brother, some official decided that the cello was "unaccompanied" and therefore a potential bomb. I tried to explain but he impounded it anyway.

That's all I can remember.