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were not enforced
for the Guards at Vladivostok. The policeman fiddled with
my papers, and then said, "You will have to eat on the
Black Market until you can get to the Food Bureau and
obtain another Card. They will have to get in touch with
Vladivostok first." With that he turned and walked away.
The waitress shrugged her shoulders. "Have what you
like, Comrade, it will cost you five times the official price."
She brought me some sour, black bread and some awful-
looking and worse-tasting paste. She misunderstood my
signs for "drink" and brought me some stuff which almost
made me pass out on the spot. One sip of it, and I thought
I had been poisoned. One sip was enough, but the waitress
even charged me for water while she slurped up the vile
brew for which I had paid so much.
As I left the policeman was waiting. He fell into step as
I walked along. "This is very irregular, Comrade, walking
with a pack on your back. I wonder if I should not take you
to the Station for interrogation. Have you a spare watch on
you, Comrade, to make me forget my duty?"
Silently I fumbled in my pocket, and then I produced
one of the watches I had taken from the train. The police-
man took it, glanced at it, and said, "Moscow-straight
ahead. Avoid the main thoroughfare and you will be all
right." Then he turned and walked away.
I plodded along the side roads, keeping a good look-out
for policemen who might demand watches. It seemed to
me, from my own experience, that Russians had a simply
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dreadful craving for watches. Many of them could not tell
the time, but the mere fact of having a watch seemed to
satisfy them in some strange manner. An emaciated man
tottering ahead of me suddenly swaye