With drowsy eyes and hours of jet lag, an American journalist lands in east Germany at around 5 pm. Her body is fatigued and dead tired as she walks out the plane and into the airport terminal.
"God I fucking hate flying..." She says with a frustrated tone as she enters the arrivals terminal.
She walks out the terminal and stands outside the airport with a cigarette between her fingers, waiting for her personal escort to the hotel. As she stands there she rummages through her purse trying to look for her documents and papers before a car pulls up in front of her. All black, looks like it could take a few bullets.
"Oh shit... Looks like Christmas came early this spring." She said as she picks her stuff up and throws them in the trunk of the vehicle. She then opens the thick steel doors of the cab and sits down, making herself comfortable.
Cab driver: "Miss Vanessa?"
Vanessa: "Yep, that's me pal."
Cab driver: "Welcome to East Germany."
Vanessa: "Well... That's reassuring. Thanks."
The driver pushes the gas lightly and swerves through traffic like it's a playground. After a few bumpy roads and some close calls, they arrived at the hotel.
Cab driver: "Please make sure you take all valuables outside the car."
Vanessa: "I will. Not like I'd want you to drive me anywhere anytime soon."
She said with slight frustration under her breath, but she's glad she arrived in one piece. She carries her bags, walks into the reception, and unloads her papers on the desk. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes eases into the dull, communist hotel lobby.
Receptionist:"Your room is 323, Ms. Vanessa."
Vanessa: "Why does it always have to be the far rooms.." She claims with a rough drowsy sigh.
Her legs tire and almost were about to collapse as she makes her way to the room. The key squeezes into the lock and turns open as the door creeks wide to a small, simple room. 1 Bed in the corner, the kitchen in the same room as the bed, the bathroom as small as a cubical, just your average residential living space in east Germany.
She swiftly locks the door behind her, strips to her underwear and plants herself stomach first onto the bed, blacking out almost immediately. Those hours of work and long haul flights really fatigued her body and put a dent on her physical and mental health.
But as the afternoon switched to night the streets crawled empty, not a single soul was outside. The silence of the night was shattered by the distant rumbling of a black Soviet car.
The little rabbit sleeps in bliss while the fox makes his way to the prey.
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