15.01.03
I woke up with a terrible hangover headache… He was lying next to me.
I couldn’t remember anything from the day before.
He started helping me piece together the events of the night.
Turns out I had met up with him, gotten brutally drunk (I refused to remember anything), and then announced that I wanted to meet the sunrise in Cologne.
True to form, I grabbed the passports, somehow we had money for tickets, and we flew to Cologne.
Where the money came from, I couldn’t get out of my partner.
On the plane, we kept drinking wine and causing chaos.
By the time we got to Cologne, it was almost morning; we crashed in some small hotel.
His story left a lasting impression on me, especially when I discovered four passports in my bag — two Russian ones and two international ones — along with two crumpled 10-rouble bills and a single 5 Egyptian pound note.
There were no return tickets.
No money either.
Something needed to be done urgently, so I went out into the street to try to gather money for a return ticket.
The rest feels like a light gray fog, swirling around Cologne.