PAULINA ROSTAKOVA’S ADVENTURES
AUGUST 14
9:14 a.m.
Paris, France. At. Effing. Last.
I’m going to do this properly and not foreshadow one damned thing. No, sir. It’s all proper reporting, all the way. I am Nellie Bly personified! Except there’s no way I’d have myself committed to an insane asylum, because I just know they’d do electroshock therapy on me, and just the thought of that weirds me out.
Where was I? Oh yeah, doing this properly.
We got into Berlin in the middle of the night. I don’t know what time it was, because we only stopped long enough to get food and gas in the car, and have a potty break. We alternated driving and napping in the backseat. I won’t say I slept every time I was back there, but I did my best to rest so that I was wide-awake and properly safe when it was
