On the road to Saarbrucken the police pulled us over to the side of the road. Control. Everything was allright except Rob had to step out of the car and follow the policeman into their car. It took a while. Sean and me were speculating. Rob may be a spy for the Russians or it could have something to do with Rob working as a cook in Stuttgard for years. Rob came back with a smile. The policemen gave him a little music box. He was told each time he wind up the music box the police will appear.
A little later we were eating burgers in a roadhouse. Rob made strange noise. Then he pointed to the road. A man had fallen flat on his face. He laid there motionless. Rob stood up, got the music box out of his bag and started winding it up. As soon as the music started, out of the blue the same police men appeared. Reannimated the man and drove away.