I woke up to find I couldn't see really well. I had no idea what happened or what was going on. A long while passed and a person came into the room to check on me.
"Paul Landers of Poland right?"
"Nein, ich bin Paul Landers aus Deutschland."
"I made a really bad mistake. Your friend's think your dead. They buried the wrong Paul Landers."
"I will say this do nothing yet and I can't see well. I can't remember what happened."
"A pyrotechnic blew up. One of your friends was also burned but not bad in the process. He was really tall. Another of your friends tried to od and we almost lost him. He blamed himself and said that he wasn't fast enough. Something about his training failed him."
"Tall one is Oliver and the other one is Till."
"You can go you had a few third degree burns on your arm but you was lucky it was mostly second."
I ended up with glasses and got my stuff back and found I lost four months. I went to Russia to learn to be a paramedic/fire fighter. I did some training.
It was a year and a half before I returned to Germany. I didn't want to let on who I was. If they thought I was dead then I thought it best to remain that way to them.
