Standing on line at the Maanteeamet, overheard a fellow traveler’s tale of woe. He was traveling down there in the border area, between Võru and Läti, when the police stopped him, judged him to be in possession of the wrong papers, and promptly took his car and drove away with it. “But you do have the correct paperwork,” the official, an older lady, said, reviewing his file online. “You should have told him that everything was in order and he wouldn’t have taken your car.” At this, the man, a stocky, gray-haired sort with a jolly countenance, peered over at me with a grin, waving his hands in the air, as if to say, ‘Can I get a witness?’ “Don’t you understand?” he told the official. “When you are stopped by a police officer, he is like the king, and I am just a peasant.” He smiled to me again. “Nii see on,” I backed him up. This is true. If a police officer in this country tells you something, there is no debate, there is no point-counterpoint, they just decide it so, and it’s done. Nobody reads you your rights, although they might hand you a slip of paper that has them written somewhere. This gentleman had his car commandeered by some cops in Võru. The rest is just an embarrassing story. Algus ja lõpp.