In my whole life, I have never been in a police station. After about a few minutes of driving in the city’s traffic, we arrived at a large building crawling with police officers. Inside was a lot of cells filled with people with thug faces, secretary police men and women, detectives and some Special Forces unit. I was led into a room with a large mirror on one side.
For almost half an hour of waiting, I grew bored of sitting by myself in the cold room. I stood up and began examining myself at the mirror. The mirror was a good gesture, I guess. To be used by fugitives to admire themselves on before they get locked up, very kind of them. I was admiring my body while flexing different body postures and dancing to a silent tune when the door to the room was barged open.
I almost toppled myse
