Switzerland-Italy highwayMay 1
“Wake up. We need to find a place to stay. And you could drive for a while. I want to sleep. And if I am not mistaken, nobody’s following us.”
It took a while for the words to penetrate into Martin’s brain. And another while for him to comprehend them. And another few seconds to remember where they were. In the end, he gave up and asked.
“Near Locarno. Could you please get online and find us someplace to sleep? Without cameras and the need to show our documents would be nice. And don’t forget that here, as opposed to Frankfurt, our mysterious bread-giver probably isn’t going to pay our way. So it doesn’t have to be a six star hotel.”
Martin stared ahead, glassy-eyed. Judging by the light outside, it was about eight a.m. His wife must have given their poor
