I kept walking until I got to the city, when all of a sudden a patrol car drives by and comes to me, because they see you all dirty, disoriented, so they can spot you. He gets out and asks “Hey, where are you from, you have papers?” “No, I don’t have anything.” So he said “Come on!” and he put me in the patrol car. So he took me and once again dropped me off at the bridge.
Two times in the same day?
Yes, but it was a different officer. Then the third time that day, I tried to cross the river again, but by then it was freezing cold. But I said to myself, “I have to cross…what am I supposed to do here?” so I crossed again.