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JULY 29 2014
Frank woke up in his room at Pariwana Hostel. The sheets in his double bed had been sticking to his body. Beside the bed his clothes lay in a pile on the floor. He couldn't remember anything from the last few hours, except that Kurt had followed him up to the room some time during the morning.
He looked at his phone; it told him that the time was around half past four.
Then he remembered Stine was dead. He wanted to lie down and cry but decided to grab the phone and call his mother-in-law. “Hi, Grete,” said Frank.
"Hey, Frank! How’s it going?" Grete asked.
"Pretty miserably to put it mildly. How about you?” he asked.
"I'm still in shock. But I have checked into the hotel here, and I’m here every day while I wait for Alexandra to wake up. I don't know how I'll tell he
