I am Inspector Dumitru Botezat, of the city of Frumușica, into which, I understand, you intend to proceed, he said without looking up, noting something in the ledger. Therefore, you are subject to additional questioning. From where have you arrived? What is the purpose of your visit? Any contacts abroad? Galicia, perhaps?

No, no… I’ve come from Șoldănești. Thought I’d pay a visit to some acquaintances. They live here. I was granted a two-week leave.

Their names?

Maria Țurcan, she works in the greenhouses. Florian Palamarciuc, twenty—

That much is known, domnu — said Botezat evenly, without accusation, and without warmth. We are aware of the occupations of our locals. You see, among the belongings you intended to transport, items were found that are not registered in the official ledger.

He set the journal aside and fixed the man with a deliberate stare, arranging his writing implements with precise care.

Are you a writer? Or do you practice journalism? Do you contribute to the Dacian Bulletin?

If you’re referring to the leaflets and pens, I simply keep notes. Memories, observations. A diary, nothing more.

Mental labour is a respectable pursuit, said the inspector. But such things demand caution. For instance — no mention of cutlery on your list. A fork, a folding knife… small things. But you understand, everything must be declared — for your own safety, first and foremost.

He rose, walked to the kettle, filled a cup with water, then returned.

In any case, you’re surely aware of the present situation in the shared corridors. Along the way, did anyone approach you? Ask you to carry something? Deliver it here in Frumușica?

There were people. A few in the carriage, others smoking on the platform. But no one asked for anything. Just ordinary faces.

Still, said the inspector, symbols, writings, pamphlets — did you notice anything? Something odd, out of place?

There was some cloth hung up again near the city entrance. One of the zealots put up slogans again.

That’s already been reported. A citizen before you mentioned it. It’s being removed, referred to the appropriate offices.

Resting the journal against his chest, the inspector inquired:

And what is your occupation, if I may?

I’m a teacher of literature and history in Șoldănești. I instruct children and the upper forms.

That is admirable, domnu. I can tell an educated man at once. Much goodness left with the sky, but my heart is glad that not all of it is gone, said the inspector, sipping from his cup. What subjects are your older students currently studying?

Modern history of New Dacia and the geopolitics of the Translaitania territories. We also give special attention to the formation of the Uprava, naturally.

Well then, I’m pleased to inform you that the interview is complete. Sign here, and I’ll escort you to the city entrance. You may retrieve your belongings at the window, and you are free to go. Welcome to Frumușica.