At the Natural History museum of Vienna. Dad and I were not getting on. 
I was stroppy, and some local boys started following me around.
I tried to evade them by a quick floor change via the lift.
Phew, in. Push the button for the ground floor.
The lift moves down a couple of centimetres, then stops.
What have I done. Why does this always happen to me.
How long have I been in here, will dad leave without me.
All sorts of fears intensified by the closeness of this windowless space.
I start to panic.
I hear voices outside the doors. Has someone realised?
Next thing a pry bar comes through the door, used by an enormous security guard.
He opens enough of a gap for me to climb out.
Then to be reassuring, he pats me on the head, and in a terminator Arnie voice says, "it's alright little girl".
The humour of the gesture breaks through my shock.
I see the boys who were following me laughing at the situation.
But full of new found strength i stride past them to the stairs. 
And rush to find my father, who is impatiently waiting for me at the entrance.
"Where have you been?", he snaps.

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