You wake up at Lisbon. You wake up at Barcelona. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
You take the bus from the airport. Walk across a plaza. Check in. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Another city tour. Hang out with two Kiwis afterwards. Getting the email address of a hot swedish chick. Insomnia. Staying in bed for too long. Reading a book. Eat. Chat. Going to a cocktail class. Getting drunk. Nightclubbing. Insomnia. Toilet. Insomnia. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Staying in bed for too long. Walking through the city. Reading a book on the beach. Head home. Eat. Chat. Repeat.
Sleep. Pack. Take the bus to the airport. You’ll wake up at Munich.
If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
