Raul awoke mid stride. Instead of being asleep in the back seat of his car, he found himself walking down the sidewalk in a town he did not recognize. Walking, may not be the correct term. Staggering would be more correct. He walked without confidence. His body felt foreign.
A quick glance at his reflection in a shop window proved that he was still himself. He hadn’t forgotten how to walk, but it took all his concentration to do so. What did he drink last night? Two beers. Where was he? Was this a dream? Why was everyone speaking Polish?