stephen awoke from a dream. in it, he was hired by a company of talented technologists, who maintained a very academic, yet customer-focused approach to their work ethic. he was very happy for six months. but then, on an extended business trip to slovenia, they left him in the water, his clothes in the locker, his passport gone.
he tried to pass through the outgoing turnstiles, but realized that his companions had reported him to the authorities and were on their way out of the nation, back from their working vacation. now he would be on his own to plead his innocence. but the men of the station wielded automatic weapons, old kolashnikov's from bygone days. regardless, he's have to flee on foot, over the wall, a robe over his dripping body in the january snowdrifts.
he took refuge in the no-man's land that ran 500 feet along the border, first in the trunk of a car that he smashed his hand opening, then behind a makeshift wall of discarded suitcases from previous refugees, who would no longer need their items in the afterlife. but he knew that soon was approaching the hour when he would be discovered -- though he could blend in with his newfound clothing scavenged from one of the suitcases, he didn't speak the language and
the authorities were very much actively hunting him down.
i wonder what ever happened to that guy. yeah, let's go to lunch, comrade.
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