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screen on your bracelet. Just in case - the bracelet is small – God forbid you break it.”
     
    I can’t say that I understood much of what he was talking about but I tried my hardest to absorb everything. The items that I was presented with were given to every person and obviously it was an important part of the local system which was starting to remind me more and more of a prison. I still had to learn what their purpose was and how to use each of these in the future. Meanwhile Brodsky was singing like a bird:
     
    “This book might be very useful. Don’t even think about throwing it to away.”
     
    I glanced briefly at the cover of the book - there was one word written proudly in big font and it read “The Constitution”. In a smaller font there was another line: “The Rules and Regulations of Tally”.
     
    “That is it, I think. The officer pondered for a second. “Oh, yes - you still don’t have any points credited to you, so here are your coupons. Each coupon is equal to one point. Use them to pay for a bus or taxi ride and get some food until you find a job.”
     
    Five pink paper coupons emerged in front of me on the table.
     
    “Thank you” I said politely – because it felt like it was necessary to say something.
     
    “You’re welcome! It’s not very often I see criminals like you - hackers. More often they are killers or rapists… That’s the big difference with you, I think.”
     
    Even though I was not guilty of anything at all I felt some kind of gratitude towards this officer.
     
    “Is it hard to live here?” I asked him at the moment when he was being in a nice and talkative mood.
     
    “It depends on the person. It’s easier for some and harder for others. Get your belongings and proceed to the corridor. I’ve already spent too much time on you and there is a long line still waiting. So, bye-bye.”
     
    “Bye.”
     
    I grabbed my things from the table, put them into the paper bag I was given and nodded politely to the officer with the moustache.
     
    “Good luck to you!” he said as I was on my way out. “Next! Gasher Green? Come here!”
     
    As I was walking down the narrow corridor I was thinking if Tally would become my “home” - even if it’s just for a short while. But something was telling me that it won’t happen. Too many strange things were in my bag and the “The Rules and Regulations book of Tally” seemed a bit too thick for my liking. If I’m lucky I’ll leave this place before I read the last page. In the case that I ever need to read it at all.
     

     
    After I had a chance to visit a small rundown toilet I went past two more men in uniforms and then headed towards the exit. Now the rain has stopped and the sun was beaming down from the sky. Suddenly I stopped recalling the officer’s words about putting the bracelet on my wrist before leaving the building; I put my paper bag on top of the luggage and begun to rummage through it trying to find this gratuitous accessory. At first the bracelet felt too lose but when I pressed both ends together it bleeped and locked in. Now it fits.
     
    The wonders of modern technology...
     
    After admiring my bracelet for a while - not that it looked that good but not too bad either - I twisted and turned my hand couple of times, grabbed my bag and continued on my way to the exit. To my joy there was nobody checking the luggage. I was dying to have a look myself but I knew it wasn’t a good idea to do this in the toilet so I decided to wait until I get to the apartment. When I passed the glass doors I found myself standing on a sun-drenched street of a real city. The building of “The border” was towering behind me and the road to the main part of the city unfolded before me. A few bright yellow cars with “Tazi” signs on them - the spelling of the word seemed a little strange but understandable - were chilling by the curb. I looked around trying to figure out if I should get a taxi (sorry a “Tazi”)