28. The police is my guide

The next day, the road as usual. Over the bridge to Buffalo, but there’s 190 more to Buffalo in front of me.

The road. 190 highway is a highway, no pedestrian. I searched for half a day and there seemed to be no other way around, so I had to go down the bridge to ask the bridge repair workers. The workers kept touching their chins and shaking their heads. I couldn’t understand whether they couldn’t understand me or whether they didn’t know the way at all. In the end, I was forced to have the c......