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The Wrong Door
I came out of the station at the wrong door. My sister, Anna, was waiting at the other door, and I wanted to reach her before she started to worry. The street sign was in a language I could not read. Rain made my paper map soft, so I put it in my pocket and opened my phone.
Before the trip I downloaded this part of the city in Google Maps. I wanted the map on my phone, because I did not want to depend on a strong signal. Now the signal was weak, but the map was still there. A blue dot showed the place where I was standing. A blue line showed the walk to Anna's door. I shared my location with her, so she could see the same dot. Then I started to walk.