The Six Escapes - Finding Lost Civilizations

gave us two sofas to sleep on. In themorning he made us breakfast and told usto go to Bruck auf der Mur Refugee Campinstead of Salzburg. Assuring us we wouldnot be deported from there, and besides,he knew we had enough money for thetrain to take us there. We agreed, although,we never heard of that camp. In theafternoon we arrived at this town with riverMur running through it, the very same weone swam across on our escape at theborder. I asked several people about theRefugee Camp, but no one had heard of it.Now we knew that the gay man, thescoundrel, had gotten even with us. Wedecided to walk back to the railway station,buy tickets onward, to as far as our moneywould take us, and then walk the rest of thedistance to Salzburg.At an intersection we were approachedby a policeman, who greeted us, thenasked us where we were from. I said,“From Salzburg." Then he asked to see ourI.D.s. I told him that we had forgotten themat home. "Oh so," he replied. Then heordered us to walk in front of him — andguided us right into the police station. Helocked us into a small cell and thendemanded that we empty our pockets andhand over the contents to him. He andanother officer looked at the Yugoslavdocuments, but didn't return them. Nowthat the cat was out of the bag, I told him ofour desire to report to the Refugee Camp inSalzburg. Later the officer made somephone calls, and then left us in suspensefor hours. Late in the evening I asked forwater and food. About an hour later he