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Sixth installment

Twenty minutes passed and I was getting fed up with waiting when I noticed two men approaching me, one of them (from the way he was walking) was obviously drunk the other seemed ok, they headed straight for me, "here we go, trouble ahead" I thought, they stopped and started talking to me in commie language, how was I supposed to understand and answer them. Even though I didn't reply they continued talking to me, then all of a sudden the drunkard pulled a bottle of what looked like sherry from inside his coat and offered me a drink, I shook my head, I was not interested in talking to him not alone drinking with him. He looked at me as if I had done something wrong, he took the top off the bottle and drank all that was left then threw the empty bottle over my head onto the road where it smashed,
"okay if I'm going to have to fight these two idiots then I was going to take the big one on first" so I stood back getting ready for the punches to start flying, then all of a sudden out of the blue the sober man started to talk to me in broken English, this totally surprised me, he introduced himself and his friend to me and asked where I was going,
" to Novi Sad" I replied
"what on foot" he said,
"no on a bus if it ever arrives" I replied smiling,
"would you like to have a drink with us while you wait for the bus" he asked,
"no thanks I don't drink" I replied,
the drunkered muttered something to himself and I could see that he was getting rather angry. The man spoke English told me that his friend was an off duty police man and that he wanted to take me to a police station but I didn't think that that was true. By now a crowd of people had started to gather around us and I was starting to get really worried, I suggested to them that we should go into the bar and have that drink they had offered me and he could telephone from there as inside would be better than her with all these people here in the street. We went in and they showed me to a chair in the corner next to what looked like some sort of stove now I was cornarded and getting more and more worried by the minute, I knew that I was not where I wanted to be but what was I supposed to do. 
"what do you want to drink" he asked me, 
"coffee,please" I replied and they ordered beer. 
By now the locals must have heard that there was a foreigner in the bar and from the original five or six people there were now about fifteen, now I'm in deep shit I said to myself. I didn't know what to do, I was very uneasy about the whole situation. The waitress brought our drinks to the table, at least there was one woman here, she smiled as she put the drinks on the table and I said very politely thanks, she just nodded and walked away. The drunkered showed me what looked like some sort of identity card and then pointed at me, he must have wanted to see mine but all I had was my passport so I showed him that, he took it from me, looked at it and then passed it around the people in the bar, almost everyone had a good look at it, perhaps now that they knew I was a British citizen I would be alright but deep down inside I knew that it was not going to make any difference. The drunkered was now pointing at my bergan obviously wanting to see what was in it so he took it and started to empty the contents out on the table, I was hoping that the police would arrive before they got to my military clothes, what would they think of those? First to come out was a towel and civilian track suit but showed no interest in those, my camouflaged military items were next and everyone suddenly became very interested, I was now very nervous and as he put them on the table he knocked over my coffee on purpose or accidentally I wasn't sure but no one was interested they were only looking at the pile of clothes on the table and what else I had in my bergan. They were all starting to argue and shout amongst themselves while looking at me perhaps they thought that I was a spy and I just hoped that they didn't start throwing punches at me or this would be the end of my journey. Then all of a sudden the door opened and in walked uniformed police, three of them, 
"great, the cavalry has arrived" 
but how further from the truth could I have been. 

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