Syssoi slowly emerged from the mists of unconsciousness. He coughed and spat out foul-smelling yellowish bile whose stinking odour overwhelmed him. He opened his eyes with a wince and, as soon as he saw the concrete floor, tried to get up. His stiffened body refused to obey him and he couldn’t move, even a little finger. It felt like he weighed a ton. He made several unsuccessful attempts before giving up, exhausted. Panic won him over. Unaccustomed to such a state of weakness, he experienced a curious mixture of fear and anger that gradually overwhelmed him, depriving him of his ability to concentrate. However, no matter how serious his situation, he had to keep control of his emotions and think about the best option to get out of trouble. He just had to put his paralysis in a corner of h
