It’s unbelievable how you go to bed one night, and everything it’s so different the following morning. You are just sitting, watching the ocean, thinking that it has to be just a bad dream, a really bad dream. That is not possible to feel so vulnerable and naked, that is not possible to feel so powerless…
Just a normal night, you go to bed this time happy to be at the beach, excited about this short vacation, not knowing that it would be cut short. Then you wake up in the morning, it seems that everything go so slow, it does not seem real. Somebody has been in the room and took all your belongings, you are left with no papers, no money, not even the key to the car so you can go back home. All you clothes were touch, you even found you underwear somewhere else. Part of you is upset, the other is happy that your duffle bag was too heavy and they left you at least your clothes. And then everybody starts telling you how lucky you both were, than none of us woke up when they were in the room. A little part of me wishes I will have wake up and would have been able to kick him or maybe throw something at them. It’s amazing all the different feeling that can cross inside of you in a couple of seconds, hatred, wishing that something terrible will happen to those who did this, sadness and finally resolution. Accepting the fact that you cannot change what happen, and that nothing can be done about it, only to move forward and continue with your life…