Do you remember the screaming man? Yeah, he’s real. It had to be before 6 am, when I had the most vivid dream of some guy shouting and cursing in front of our door. I woke up, but the room was quiet.
Okay. Whatever, really. I felt my migraine kicking off and tried to fall asleep only to hear him again! My first though was: “Shit! What the hell do I do now?” I didn’t want to go to Alina as he might hear me, though I thought – she must be terrified. She’s a tiny thing, really. You’d feel the same!