As we left the train station, it occurred to us that it might be useful to have the number for a local taxi. We approached one of the taxi drivers outside the station, got his number, and told him that we were looking for refugees. He looked surprised, but then told us that he sometimes saw refugees around town, although most of them were around the brick factory. When we told him that we might give him a call later, he explained that he is not allowed to take refugees: the police counts this as human trafficking, confiscates the taxi and puts the driver in jail, even if the taxi ride did not go near the border.
We wanted to buy some food for the people we might meet, so we started asking passers-by about shops or bakeries that are open on Sunday. After a few unsuccessful attempts, an elderly man offered to show us the way to the market. On the way there, we casually mentioned that we are from a migrant solidarity group in Budapest, and asked whether he knew anything about migrants in Subotica. He seemed reluctant to talk about them, explaining that the economic situation is so bad that everybody with an education leaves town. When we changed the topic he cheered up and told us about the history of Subotica until we reached the market.
After we bought food, we started walking: left from the train station, right on the first big road, then the first left, and straight ahead passing some train tracks and a working factory. We knew we had arrived when we passed that factory on the left, and saw a big dormant chimney on the right. All in all, the walk takes about half an hour, so we had plenty of time to devise a plan and discuss our expectations. We agreed to talk to people over breakfast, and to take inventory of their most urgent needs so that we could go back to the city to buy them.