Unknown city in the foreign country. I am walking down the street with several of my friends. They are going to go sightseeing. I decide not to go with them but go home by myself. While I am walking I realize that I am lost.
I do not remember the name of the place where I live. I do not know a single word in the language of that country. I just keep walking in an unknown direction. I find myself on the tram tracks. I barely have time to jump and avoid an oncoming traffic.
I cross the tracks, the road. There are trams closing in on me all the time. Someone tells me to step aside. I cannot understand where to go because there are tram tracks everywhere around surrounded by brick walls of buildings.
Finally I find the small gap between two buildings and dodge from another tram. I dive into the dark space, which is an old, abandoned, crumbling wooden house. It looks more like a shack.
There are a few guys meet me as if waiting for. They look like old-fashioned punk-rockers. I wonder where I am and how to get home. Instead of answering my question, they tell some absurd story, indirectly or directly concerning me. I do not understand. So I ask again to tell me where I was and what was happening.
The answer was a clear phrase; I even asked to tell me it again to remember. Alas I forgot it after waking up. I only remember the meaning. “What can surprise this girl?” I think that it is a sort of quiz and answer “Death”. Here they pointedly look away and purses their lips.
Yes. I died. I have been hit by the tram. The tram in another country. Dead in another country. Finally I got it. I start to cry. I am thinking about my mother and how would cry, when she knows about it.
When I woke up, I was crying.