Encounter with the Future: Excerpts
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When I opened my eyes, I did not recognize the sun-soaked room. Then it came to me. I was in my dream. Not dreaming a dream. I was living the dream. I was in England. Flesh and blood, body and soul.
My attic room was not quite Jane Eyre, but to me, it was special. The window was small, and too high for me to be able to see out of, but, on a sunny day, the little square filled the room with bright light.
I looked at my watch. It was 9:00 a.m. My stomach reminded me that it had not received any food since my lunch at the Prague airport in Communist Czechoslovakia some twntey hours earlier.
I had just turned eighteen and was embarking on a journey to the unknown.
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