My First Trip to London
 
 
As I wandered about the station, rather lost, I couldn’t help feeling someone was watching me, as if I was being followed. This is not a very pleasant thing to feel, when you’re all alone in a busy train station in a foreign country! I couldn’t quite place it, but somehow I felt eyes on me, wherever I went. I looked all around, but everyone seemed to be bustling on their own way. Even at this very helpful stand full of maps and tour guides, there didn’t seem to be anyone lost or in need of directions (except me).
 
Is someone watching me?
Monday, September 11, 2006