Night 3rd to 4th March 2008
They are chasing after me. I see one of them. It's a policeman. He has some papers in his left hand. He's in front of me and calls my name. I assume I am who I am right away. I did nothing wrong or whatsoever. So he puts those papers in my hand and I cannot avoid trembling a little. Anyway, I face him showing no fear. The place is a little crowded but nobody seams to pay attention to us. Then I have to climb on a kind of a ladder and as I need both hands to do that I have to put those papers in my mouth. Now I think those papers are kind of a passport.
Then I'm flying away in a small helicopter. My legs are hanging outside and my arms and hands strongly crapped to the floor. We are crossing the seaside. I know there is no door because we have to jump right away when it stops. But it's quite scarring flying that way feeling the wind and the all the movements. I fear to loose my strength and being thrown over board. "Gosh, I must be so strong all the time", I think.
