I went to Belgium last month. I can't be bothered to remember when exactly I wound up at that 24 hour bar in Antwerp with my girlfriend. The series of events in the bar mirror Korea, and at some point I had one too many beers and informed her that I was heading to the bathroom for a nap.
"You are a great girlfriend, thanks for understanding and waiting," I said as I stumbled towards the darkly-lit bathcave hiding the reality of sunlight outside.
I walked into a toilet stall, and sat on the toilet after putting the cover down. I knew I wouldn't be needing a hotel room that night; the stall would provide me with all the sleep I needed for the day, be it an hour or three.
I closed my eyes, and began to dream. I was at my apartment in Diemen, just overlooking the A-10 ring, the highway surrounding Amsterdam. In this dream, I was with an ex of mine, and we were smoking on the balcony, the amazing view of cars moving in the night and the whole of East Amsterdam -- all the way over to Diemen train station, and the Ijburg bridge just over -- leaving her bombarded with images.
"I feel like I'm in a Sim City simulation," she said. It was full panoramic experience, and I knew the spliff I'd gotten for her at Speakeasy was making her horny. We started kissing on the balcony, and I immediately started guiding her towards the bedroom. I like to keep it Korean style, so she knew she was going to be pounded on not much more than a blanket. I had been considerate enough to get a pillow for the night before, but, given the life of simplicity I have chosen to live, I couldn't yield on much more.
We began making love, and even before I started penetrating her, we heard a noise, as if something had fallen and broken. I ran out of the bedroom and found my closet open. I looked to the left, at the kitchen door, and it too was also open. I ran out to the balcony and saw ropes dangling; they were the ropes from Hemubo, a window cleaning company that'd been doing work for a few days.
I looked up at the roof and noticed movement. I figured that anyone that could rope themselves from a 10th to a 12th story floor would be impossible for me to catch even if I managed to get dressed and run to the roof like the Flash, so I instead decided to stay put. I looked inside my closet to see if my cellphones were still there. I shouted to my ex, "Help me look in the closet!"
After turning on more lights, I looked to the ornamental hooks a voodoo priest had given me, and noticed that the magnetism they created had attracted something. I looked in and found a CIA pin. I knew immediately my past career was catching up with me; all those missions out of Pyongyang, I thought.
Suddenly, I heard a knocking that grew louder and louder. Someone wanted to use my stall. I stood up from my dream and returned to my girlfriend. I didn't mention my dream to her, but I definitely told her on the road back to Amsterdam to stop at my apartment before we proceeded to hers. I went straight for my closet, and I found exactly what I knew I would: a CIA pin. I ran out of the apartment, and vowed not to return.
