Hotel room, Riga, Latvia

There is no Holy Bible in the drawer beside the bed.

Instead I read the book I've brought with me, a book no one understands and lauds because they don't understand it.

Reading, I fall asleep and have a big dream that lasts from 1940 to 1991.

Dreaming, I'm the Director of a soviet science experiment, commissioned by the Politburo during the Cold War to create the ideal mosquito.

And what is the ideal mosquito, you ask?

The ideal mosquito is the mosquito who asks itself upon entering a strange place, 'am I wanted here?' And if the reply is negative, as research shows is the case in the majority of situations, the mosquito exits the room to seek refuge in a place friendly to its personal and professional beliefs.

Alas, after years of experiments and the expenditure of millions upon millions of rubles, the project is deemed a failure and terminated by the Central Organizing Committee.

When I wake it's 2014 and I'm once again in Riga, a charming and beautiful city where the hotel accepts my Euros.