Somehow kidnapped or detained by some revolutionaries ...
After taking some form of transportation up to a hilltop luxury hotel, somehow managed to go by foot to some sort of cable-car which, after many turns and with me holding on to something like a bag, landed me back where we started, in town down from the hill and at a taxi station.
My dilemma was whether to take a taxi and run for my life or go back up to show them I was innocent by NOT running away.
Someone looking like an officer took me to a taxi; I said I didn’t know the name of the hotel, but that it was like this and that. He said immediately, yes, it's hotel such and such, and that it’s a beautiful place. I went into the taxi and woke up.
(28/01/2018, Paris)
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