She started crying as she made her way there, and she pushed past a pair of Meds to grasp his hand, tears streaming down her face.He gave her a warm l...ttle smile and caressed her cheek. He tapped his chest, then placed his hand over his heart, then tapped her chest, to be sure she would understand as he silently mouthed the words: 'I love you.'She did the same, crying even harder, then kissed the back of his hand as the Meds activated the stretcher and it rolled away. She reached out to hold. Mein ekdum ready hoke wanha pahunch gaya. Wo ek flat tha mujhe laga wo uska ghar hoga . mein andar gaya to raaj mera wait kar raha tha. Usne mujhe hug kiya our mujhe ek gulab diya mein bohat khus tha, our ham idhar udhar ki batein karne lage. Fir uska phn aya our wo mujhe bola ki 5min wat karo mein nichese ata hun mere koi ristedar aya he jin se mujhe ek paper lana he. Our wo chala gaya. Mein table rakhe bottle se pani pine lagi.Tabhi mujhe andar wale room re awaj ayi mein dar gaya.fir andar se. ’ I looked questioningly at Frank who just concentrated on driving. Harry and I had worked together in the past and we were close friends. We had shared some interesting experiences together. I decided not to ask Frank why Harry was involved. I suspected it was in case we needed extra firepower. The meaner streets of the former dockland area of London that has not been converted into luxury flats and offices had an air of danger about it. The streetlights seemed not to illuminate the darker. +++++ Our third day on the road promised to be our most ‘interesting’ yet, we were leaving the EU so we were in-effect leaving NATOs ‘protective umbrella’, and though active hostilities had ceased between Serbia and Croatia, we were headed into what had been – not so long ago – a war zone. Lingering resentments in the region were simmering, and even if we were ‘just tourists’ passing through, there was supposed to be real risk riding through the area. We made Trieste by mid-morning and crossed.