The next morning I got up very early.
It was dark and everyone was asleep.
But I was going to Darpur.
I washed and dressed carefully.
I put on my best clothes and I carried on my best stick.
I put the money order carefully in my procket and I said goodbye to Martha.
I walked ten miles to the main road. I sat down at the main road and ate my breakfast.
I waited for the bus. I waited for two hours. Then the bus came and I got on.
It is a long way to the Darpur. The bus takes three hours.
I arrived in the Darpur and I walked to the Post Office immediately.
I do not often go to the Darpur. I only know the market and one shop.
This is the shop of the Rick. I buy things for my farm from Rick.
There was a lot of people in the Post Office.
I asked about money orders. A man showed me the queue.
There was a long line of people and I waited at the back.
Finally it was my turn; I was at the front of the queue.
But the official did not server me.
"Excuse me," I said. "It is my turn. I am next."
"You are next? Old man, I am very busy," the official said. "Look at my papers. Look at all these people. I am very busy, and you must wait."
So I waited.
Finally the official looked at me. "What do you want?" he asked.
I gave him my money order.
"This is my money order for one hundred pounds," I replied.
The official held out his hand. "Identity Card," he said.
"Excuse me. I do not understand," I replied.
"Your identity Card," the official said again. "Give me your identity Card."
"What is an identity Card?" I asked.
"I can not give you any money for this money order. First I must see your identity Card. Your identity Card gives your name and your address. Your identity Card describes you. There is a photograph of you in your identity Card. I do not know of you. Who are you?" The official was a little angry.
But I was also angry. "Who am I?" I said, "Everyone knows me. I am Adam of the villiage of Minta. I have not got an identity Card and I do not need an identity Card."
"Old man, I was very busy and you are very stupid," the offilcial siad. "Who are you? Where is Minta?"
"Give me my money. Give me my one hundred pounds," I said.
The official looked angry and said, "Show me your identity Card. I do not know of you."
The official gave me back my money order and he turned away.
"Where can I buy an Identity Card?" I asked the official.
He did not speak to me. He did not answer.
"Go to the Ministry of the Interior," a man said.
He was standing in the quene. And he told me the way.