In a foreign land you're always looking for clues. It's hard to know which things to pay attention to, which sounds to listen for, which words to look up. You watch the eyes while the hands are picking your pockets, you focus on body language but they're gesturing to someone else. By the time you've found your place the light has changed. Your reaction times are glacially delayed--faces and uniforms blur. You're in the dream where you struggle to move through air that resists you like water. Bodies leap by in easy running air--you can never catch up; By the time you've called for help they're too far to hear and you cannot determine in which direction to move. The drowning dream.

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