I seemed to be trying to escape in a car from Iran. I had loaded the car up with my belongings. The car reminded me of the gray 1984 Volkswagen Rabbit I used to own. I was concerned that if I was stopped by Iranians, they would want to search the car. I didn't think I had anything which would cause me problems, but I was unsure. I tried to think of a good place to hide something in the car if I had something to hide.

I opened the rear window and looked into the trunk area where I saw some collages which I had made which I was taking with me.