Tuesday. 5:30 am.
A knock on the door wakes me up. Another one a little stronger, and then - a bang.
- "Who is it?"
- "Police."
- "what the hell are you here for?"
- "Open the door!"
I get up from the bed, and through the peep hole I see 3 cops - one of them is a female, wearing NYPD jackets and their badges hanged from their necks. Now I understand I am not asleep anymore, and this is not a dream nor another episode of Law & Order. this is for real. I have 3 policemen knocking on my door. I'm so busted...
Wait a minute? busted? me? for what?
I decide to open the door (thanks to the policewoman - otherwise I would probably continue yelling over the closed door...). The policeman who stands close to the door tries to squeeze himself as much as he can to the threashold. Of course he is not allowed in without a court order (that I learnd from Law & Order). He asks: "Do you live here on your own?", "Yes", "How long have you been living here?" - "Almost a year", "Have you met the tenant who lived here before you? Do you get any mail for Ricmond? Do you recognize this guy? (he shows me a photo of an ugly guy which makes me cry in fear: "who is this?")" etc., etc.
I don't know how long it took.
Only thing I know - I couldn't go back to sleep.
Waht a drama!
