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Jet Lag

After twenty hours sandwiched in a pressurized cabin in the air we drift down through darkness…time and space dissolving down long corridors and up and down escalators. We change money and language. We are different persons now. The next morning…or was it two days ago…we wake at 2 am…I get up to go to the bathroom but someone has moved the door and I walk into a lamp. I wait in the dark again for a time when I will not feel lightheaded and queasy…is it the flu?

Bob prowls the streets. By 2 in the afternoon I want sleep again desperately…I draw the curtains against a frenetic city. Voices…noises…elevators going up and down…somewhere outside my consciousness…I am not in synch…waking dissolves into a not quite dream and then I open my eyes again to a bright light on a hot foreign continent. Feeling disjointed, I try to focus on dazzling urban architecture and public art in Frankfurt. Finally feeling hungry, we devour sausages and boiled cabbage.



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