Since that late December night, you’ve inhabited my dreams. I need you. I have money left. We could start a new life. The hooker that you were guided me to this room with a mercantile strategy in mind, but when we’ll leave this room behind, you’ll be unsullied. Pure as a newborn, your spirit will raise and roam free. You’ll be my muse, and I’ll be yours.

"So? Do you accept my proposal?"

You look at me lengthily, in silence, and I distinguish moisture in your eyes. You are crying of emotion! I grab your hand and we take the way out. It is already dawn. Two guys are posted on the sidewalk by the entrance of the building. You address them in Czech. You want to share your joy, tell them all about the transformation, the new life opening up... As they are approaching me - I assume for shaking hands in congratulation - I feel a heavy blow against my head. I fall to the ground, and watch them stomping me in the ribs. They kick hard and you join them, stabbing my face with your stiletto shoes. When will this end? But then everything goes black.

I come to my senses on the other side of town. I hit the concrete and I must have been lying there unconscious, but how long I don’t know. I was covered with bruises and one eye wouldn’t open. I limp to the A4, my body aching, and start walking on the security lane, direction Eisenach.

In this early morning, cars are speeding by under a clouded sky. I watch them with my good eye. A weird sight: with each car the sensation of an imminent collision with the oncoming traffic. Inside my pain, there is something like a roar building up. I walk faster - my left leg lagging behind - chasing after my future through cars and clouds and clashes... my future, staring at me from the horizon with an eye too many.