The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 27

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The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 27

FEDERER VS TSONGA
The following day was the game between
Roger Federer and Tsonga. It was to be
played in an indoor hard court at a place
called Stadhalle (city hall). The time was
4pm.

There was nothing to do the whole day. I
picked up my bag and checked out of the
hotel. I took a cab to the Northern Vienna
area and found a cheaper hotel at the corner
of a park. The price was €50 a night.

Great! Exactly the kind of place I had in
mind all along. I was grateful that I had seen
Djokovic and Federer but I hated losing
unnecessary money.

I paid for a night, took my bag upstairs and
went out to the Vienna westbanhof to look
around. It was the biggest train station in
Vienna.

I stopped at the banhof and strolled down
slowly to the U-bahn line.

I saw some African young men loitering
around. They were probably Nigerians but I
could be wrong. They walked up and down.
I passed one of them and greeted in Igbo, he
didn’t respond. I tried in English; no way.

I walked down to the one I had hoped would
talk to me. He looked 100% Igbo to me.
”Nwanne Kee Ije” I greeted in Igbo.
He looked at me and shifted.

I stood there like a Zombie wondering why my
fellow black men wouldn’t respond to my
greetings.

A minute later, a train came and stopped.
Four of them went close to the train doors
and held it. None of them entered.

The train conductor blew his whistle signifying
that it was time for the train to go. The four
men returned to the platform while the train
left.

What was happening? I tried to figure that
out on my own.

There has to be a reason why they didn’t
open their mouths to talk to me and there has
to be a reason why they went closer to the
train yet non of them left with it.

I was determined to find out sooner or later.
A white man who looked like a junkie came.
His bears were not shaven, his trousers had a
hole in it.

He walked up to one of the African men and
made a sign with his head. The African left
towards the hidden part of the platform while
the white man followed him closely.

That was all the clue I needed to figure out
who they were.

Drug dealers! They were selling cocain. They
had stuffed the drugs inside their mouths and
it couldn’t allow them to open their mouths
and talk. They would swallow the drugs if the
police showed up in the platform. I had once
seen where the drugs were being tied in one-
gram seeds. Each seed nut was the size of a
ground seed.

They would then stuff the drugs inside their
mouths and go to the train stations and other
distribution points to sell them to the junkies.
I was a drug dealer but I doubted if I could
go to that length. I didn’t think I could stuff
my mouth with such dangerous class A stuff,
but ofcourse ”sometimes we didn’t know what we can do until the situation presented itself”

Since I had discovered what they were doing
at the station, I figured it was dangerous to
remain there. I turned and walked towards
the exit. 20 meters from the spot where I
was standing, two giant men blocked my way.

Another two came from my back and stood
there.

”Ausweis bitte” one of them said. I
pretended not to have heard what they said
since I was with Portuguese permit.

”What” I said.
”papers, give me your papers” he said in
English.

I instantly knew they were the
KriminalPolizei. They were on Mufti. They
had apparently come to arrest those boys who
were selling drugs. I looked back where the
boys were loitering, all of them had somehow
disappeared.

I brought out my papers and handed it over
to one of them.

He flipped through it and asked what I was
doing there.

”I just returned from a business trip in
Slovakia and I am looking for Stadhalle where
the tennis tournament is being held” I said.

My game tickets were inside the passport,
therefore I felt that my reasons was convincing
enough.

He asked when I entered Austria, I told
them it was a day before. They asked where
I was staying and as soon as I Mentioned
Kaiserin Elizabeth hotel, they looked at each
other.

He handed my passport back and said that I
could follow the U-bahn to Stadhalle
terminal.

They left and I left as well. The time for the
match was 4hour away. I needed to go to
another station and see how the business was
being done there.

It was dangerous but as long as I had no
drugs with me, I was safe.