I try asking for Badsha’s passport, but my efforts are in vain. The man refuses, and dials the police. I tell Badsha it’s time to go. We start pushing the trolley with his luggage on it, and the man loses it. He physically restrains us, stops the trolley with his foot and shoves Badsha, grabbing his shoulder to hold him back, all this while trying to talk to the police on the phone. We keep trying to push past him, but he’s making a huge scene by this time. He’s shouting, telling us we can’t leave, and he’ll make sure the police take us to task. Badsha and I look at each other. He grabs his bags off the trolley, I hold his arm and we start walking away as quick as we can, not looking back.