PAULINA ROSTAKOVA’S ADVENTURES
AUGUST 10
6:22 p.m.
Backseat of car, en route from Prague to Munich
Note to self: Copy this over to journal as soon as I can find it
Writing a quickie update while Dixon is driving. He had a long sleep earlier this morning when we left Prague—poor guy hasn’t had a lot of rest lately, what with the damned Essex team cheating all over the place.
Where did I leave off? There’s been so much going on that I can’t remember, and my journal is in my bag, strapped to the back of the car. Let’s see . . . We got into Warsaw in the middle of the night and crawled into the nearest hotel. I crashed as soon as we got there, but Dixon, bless his heart, slept in the car to guard it against Anton (or the other members of his team).
“I have to admit,” I told Dixon about
