The main highway had been closed due to a head on collision, so the police decided to reroute the traffic through a series of dirt roads. The highway that was being rerouted was a main artery in the area which meant that there was a pile of traffic turning onto the secondary roads.
There was great confusion as people exited the highway, soon the dirt roads were a parking lot. Nobody seemed to know where they were going. As my car crawled along I couldn't help but feel that I had driven down this road before. I looked around at my surroundings and noticed a high hill to my left. I studied the hill suspiciously and then turned away. The feeling of familiarity grew within me. There was a tower on the top of the hill that I swear I'd seen before. I had goosebumps.
Someone gave me the horn as I was daydreaming in my car. I pushed ahead but moved slowly as I drove alongside a railroad track. There was a sign that read, "Private Crossing," and without thinking I turned right and drove over the railroad tracks which led to a rutted dirt road that vanished into the bush. I kept driving and within seconds all I could see was thickets in my rear view mirror. As I drove I marvelled at all of the junk that had been littered to the sides of the rutted road. On one side there were dishwashers, fridges and couches and on the other were tires, hot tubs and computers. This was something that I did not feel familiar with. I kept driving deeper and deeper into the bush.
Then the feeling hit me again as the winding road in the bush opened up to a clearing and all I could see were cars. Cars with no doors and hoods. Cars that were nothing more than a frame. Engines, cylinder heads littered in the overgrown grass. Yes, I had been here as a child with my father. I probed deeper into the property and was hit with another pang of dejavu.
There was a decrepit trailer that was near the end of the property. It had been badly vandalized and spray painted. Part of the roof had caved in and all the walls were bulging with age. The road became increasingly rutted and very muddy. Turning around was the only option at this point. I tried to turn the car around but the frame became lodged on a rut. I spun the wheels madly as I tried to get out. It was hopeless so I got out of the car and decided to walk the 100 feet to the trailer.
There was no door on it, so I stood on the doorstep and looked inside. There was garbage everywhere. Then it hit me like a surge of electricity. It was in this trailer where there was a man and this man pulled a gun on me and my father. My father had told him we were there to buy engine parts. The man with the gun said we were lying and were from the government and were spying on him because he had not paid his property taxes.
Yes. It was here where it had happened. My father told me it never did. He told me that there was no gun. He told me I was too young to remember, but he had lied. The reason why? I will never know.