Yesterday John came in to my bedroom in the middle of the night and gave me my camera back. He was siting on the bed and told me (almost whispering) we had to talk.
"Thank god!" I was thinking to myself, "finally some answers!", but to be honest he wasn't looking well at all, he actually seemed like he hadn't sleep in two days, and I couldn't but to feel something really bad was about to happen. He told me this was all part of "my work" from the very start, that I should not be worried since my job was nearly over, and I should get back home soon enough...he also said my mission, simple as it was, was very important and I should not fail under any circumstances to deliver the "cargo" to the company, I didn't realized then, but he said "cargo" and not "documents"...so I'm supposed to carry something else?, is this about a drug deal maybe?, is that why all this seems like poped out of a "007" hollywood movie?
He ended up saying he wasn't authorized to gave me any further info, shortly after that, he just went out of the room in complete silence...
Somewhat I can't help but feel sorry for him, his strong will and attitude, force him to act like if this entire mess was "all right", but at some point I think he's also a puppet...maybe he thinks there's no turning back for him at this point..."the happiness of ignorance" they say...I know now, is better not ask anything if I want to get back home.
I hope to update this whit some pics next time.
Best to everyone out there reading this...
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