

Part 2/4 . I think you would wait and watch for me to come out of my hotel. Then you would quietly follow me through the crowded street, getting closer and closer through the throngs of people. Soon you would be close enough to touch me. But you don’t. Instead you get closer still in the slow-moving crowd until you can push your body up against mine. At first I think you’re just another person trying to make their way through the crowd. But then I realise - this is different.