I wandered around Kirovakan train station clutching watermelon rinds and could not find a dustbin to get rid of them. Some idlers tagged after me trying to help.
"Throw here! Stationmaster's geese will eat them!"
"Throw there, the watchman has a pig. He will pick them up..."
I could not that good piece of advice. The crowd grew and after I finally threw the rinds somewhere behind a semaphore and was going back they showed vigilance and called... a policeman as a person not throwing rinds under his feet, in their opinion, must be a spy. I was taken to the police station and they sent for the chief who was at a wedding party. He rushed in at 9.45pm and with my train leaving at 10pm so I did not have time to tell him everything that was in my mind. But what I managed to squeeze in 15 minutes was enough.