At last my stop, Sokol. People jump up and rush up the narrow stairs. But I can't, I have milk and eggs in my bags. I flounder at the back of the queue. When I get to the bus stop there's a queue big enough to fill six buses. Should I try to get on to a full one? What about my bags? I try to squeeze on to the third. Because of bags in both my hands I can't hold on, one leg falls down from the high step, my knee gets knocked and hurt. At this moment the bus starts to move. Everyone cries out. I shriek, and some old man, standing by the door, grabs me and drags me in. I collapse on top of my bags.