I carried a child and walked down a hilly road in the countryside. I turned back and saw a tall big man in his 30s wearing a black suit walking behind. He walked faster and passed us, and I noticed then the color of his suit from behind was different. I speeded up going down the hill and passed him. He again walked faster. Every time I saw him his suit changed into a different color. I felt afraid and thought he was not a human but a ghost. I decided to get away from him as far as I could by crossing the road and walking on the other side.
The child, whom I carried, was the son of a friend of mine. He was around 4 or 5 years old. I thought of how appreciative his family must be for the effort I exerted for their son.
I reached a no-car area in the town where barriers were held. I asked a guard about the location of the school. I entered the building and explained that I came to make sure that the child was registered although he would not be able to attend the classes at that day. Nobody seemed interested in what I was saying. The female staff said she was busy and asked me to wait. At last they gave me a number of name cards and asked if the name of the child was included. It was not. They asked me again to wait. I started to shout saying that I must meet the director to complain about their lack of interest and help. The employees were taken by surprise when I shouted but did not react enthusiastically enough to help.
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