Let me in…Let me in through these gates of this yard, in this hole waiting for someone who may be standing behind the blue doors. No answer. The man in the black coat gazed silently at me at the rear of the garden. “Hello”. My broken English sounded awful and I was a little bit confused. The man disappeared in the bushes. I was confused a little bit more. In the course of a few minutes he reappeared, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and rumpling his plastic bag. He stood looking outside for some moments, and then I saw him walk in an oddly furtive manner towards the gates. … 4.00 p.m. … … …