First of all, let me reassure you: I am safe and in no danger. I am back in Splat. However, I am no longer in Vmit. Allow me to explain.
When I left the "Apotk" in Pfwpp, with the vial in my pocket, I realized I had to get out of there quickly. Before long, the old shop keeper would notice that the vial was missing and would raise the alarm. So I walked straight back to the Bweeh, gave it a push, jumped in, and drove out of town.
I headed back to Splat, from where I planned to drive to the border and get out of Vmit altogether. I switched on the radio in the hope of hearing some news. I don't understand any of Vmit's 397 languages very well, but when I heard the words "Bweeh" and "Vmitate" in one sentence, I knew enough: the Vmitate is the secret service of Vmit and they were after me. (You may wonder why it's called a
secret service if their activities are broadcast on the radio, but this was a local Ffártsy radio station and if they were going to say anything about it, they couldn't make it a lie.)
I took my foot off the brake and the car started to accelerate. Dangerously fast I sped along the roads of Vmit. I had nearly reached Splat when in my rear view mirror I saw a black car (why are they always black?) speeding up and overtaking other cars. It was the Vmitate. As I passed the municipal boundary, they were only 50 metres behind me. I took a left turn, a right turn, and then turned onto Regrgitás Avnj, the main road to the centre of Splat. When they were about to overtake me, I suddenly remembered something I had read about this road.
About 20 metres ahead I saw an empty parking space on the left side of the road and I prepared for a 180
o handbrake turn. In between two oncoming lorries, I skidded across the road into the parking space and came to a screeching halt, with 10 centimetres to spare back and front. I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew I was safe.
The black car sped past me, made a handbrake turn a bit further on, and came back towards me. They pulled over next to me and lowered the window. A man growled: "This time you escape, but we will get you some other time." Then, with screaming tires, they left.
What I had read about Regrgitás Avnj was that the left side of it was actually a foreign enclave. You see, in the tumultuous split-up of the Federation of Yahooslavonia a few years earlier (completely in accordance with the U.P.O.T.S.U.O.E.B.M.M.C.A.S.O.T.), all kinds of groups and affiliations suddenly realized that what they really wanted was independence. It so happened that I had parked my car on the territory of the Independent Principality of Oddn, which consisted of the uneven numbered houses of Regrgitás Avnj. The newly installed head of state, prince Kaspar Broz, lived at number 1, although he also had some real estate abroad, at number 6, 6a, and 14. I decided to seek political asylum and walked to number 1.
In the next episode I will tell you about my conversation with prince Kaspar, about a very fast elevator, a concrete door with the letters "M.T." on it, and the rivalry between the P.C.C.I. and the S.C.S.
To be continued...