She wakes up and feels okay. She wants to go to on a small trip. At the train station are too many people. She has the uncertain feeling of too many eyes in her back. She calls a friend and tells her, she has been screwed big time and everything is a lie. Her friend comforts her, tells her to forget and try to free the head on the trip.
She gets on the train and has to change at the border. She misses the connecting train and has to wait for one hour. There is a café nearby, playing nineties popsongs in the background. While the waiter is preparing her order, he changes the cd. She drinks her coffee and enjoys the sun. A trigger song comes up. Could it be? Did they know where she was going? Did they arrange the music?
Not far away is a parking garage. The display shows a funny number. She wants to take a picture to send to her friends. In that moment the number changes. She panics. Time to leave this country.
When she arrives, it’s cold and grey and she realises she has lost orientation and cannot be alone. She goes straight to the counter, buys a ticket to her hometown and calls her dad.
The journey takes three hours and she has to change trains three times. At the first change she realises just in time, that the track for the train was changed. She runs to the other track and panics again. What is going on? Why is everything so weird? Will this ever end? “I could just jump in front of the train. Then I don’t have to deal with this anymore.”
She takes a step back and tries to calm herself. Only two hours left and she will be safe.
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