Arrested

I nearly didn't get back from my Pakistan trip due to being arrested by the policeman with the rifle whilst mooching about amongst the locomotives at the back of the depot. It didn't help that he only spoke Urdu and I don't. Luckily the fitter on the left appeared from the loco shed and sorted things out. It turned out that the policeman wanted his photo taken, but only if the fitter would be in it too. On returning home I duly posted prints to the shed in this dusty Indus valley town of Malakwal. I wonder if they ever received them?