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My legs ache, the lactic acid in my muscles making them feel like they’re on fire.
I had to get out of there. I had no other option. The whole room suddenly felt stuffy and claustrophobic, like it was closing in on me. I barely even heard the last few words they said, as it all became far too much for me.
Now I’m walking randomly but purposefully around the streets of Bratislava. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know why. All I know is that I need to get some air, get some space, get some distance. I’ve barely been here a few hours and already Andrej and Marek have discovered who I am. What hope do I have against the combined police forces of Europe? Not much, by my reckoning.
Even though I disappeared pretty sharpish, I know exactly what’s going to happen from here. And I k
