This thought drew me to an old memory, it had something to do with a situation were 4 people were fighting, and something with my nephew... it has all become so vague. I had nowhere to go, so I had no reason not to enter. No, I couldn't find any excuse not to go inside. I had convinced myself. I wanted to park my bike against the church wall, but that seemed like - I don't know why - a pity to me. After a few minutes, I just put it against a lamp-post, hoping that my bike wouldn't fall down. I came to the entrance and saw that it was closed.