The long cane is duly popped with its distinctive 'click, click, click, click' and I start to walk towards the office with Bernard. Within seconds the sound of "No, No, just you!" comes as he is forcibly stopped by a hand in his chest. Guiding me back to the bike, Bernard places my hand on the back box before telling me of the queue, of how he'll be able to see me the whole time. The funny thing is I do not worry, as he does, about being alone. I'm at an international border crossing; what could possibly happen? Still reluctant to leave me, a plainclothes official indicates he will stay as he waves Bernard off to do the paperwork. With a final "I can see you the whole time," my companion disappears.
Within seconds, a voice beside me asks, "You England?" I turn towards it, confirming this. A soft whistle replies, "Have come long way." Approaching me very gently, he takes my hand and places it on the back box before, "Must go, stay here, safe for you here." I smile and thank him to the sounds of his disappearing footsteps as I know this simple action meant he had some awareness of being blind in an open space. Perhaps he had simply mimicked Bernard's behaviour of earlier on? Thus, he'd given me a physical object with which to locate myself. It showed how people can be so very gentle, demonstrated so many times during our border crossings so far. No matter where we've been, it always seems to be true.
Touching The World Cathy Birchall p24