Like a good boyfriend I dropped my girlfriend into the airport this morning at 4:30, to catch a plane to Warsaw. I was so sleep deprived, the trip passed in a kind of delerium. It's eery driving in Wrocław late at night. Half the city is being rebuilt, so there are constant detours. Suddenly you're hurtling down some poorly lit unsealed backroad, with an unsettling feeling you're now on the wrong side of the road. Also, the traffic lights, rather than functionally normally, flash yellow at intersections. You're free to go if you have right of way. It feels as if there's been some massive power outage, possibly related to zombie sabotage, whom you half expect to see shuffling down the road, arms outstreached and groaning as you swerve past.
Ewa asked me if I thought I'd be okay finding my way back. My natural reaction was to check the fuel guage to see how long I could spend lost before the fuel ran out.
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