Somewhere in Pakistan
This is our second day living at the police station. We made a lair out of chairs and two plastic mat we bought to cover our sleeping mats. We have the feeling that we are here for weeks now. The day begins with drinking tea and chatting with our friends – the policemen. The boss who is short and lean but wiry, has his pants girded up to his belly button and looks like some general from the past, invites us at his cabinet to chat and watch TV. In a while a policeman shows up and gives us his laptop so we can use the Internet. Like this the day passes quickly. We can’t wait for tomorrow to come – there are so many things we want to see.
Around 8 o’clock our friends drive us down town and we catch shared taxi with some other people. The prices are high (around 3$ per person) for only 60-70 km. On the road we see a group of around 40 Balochi people, lined-up under the sun. We think that they are waiting for a group of white jeeps that we passed by some time ago. They looked really impressive with their “white pajamas” and Kalashnikov guns.