The jetlag effect... I wake up in the middle of the night. I don't know where I am. Whether it is Paris or Taipei. Or Saigon. I don't know whether I'm still in one of those weird dreams I often have. I recognise my room yet I wonder if it will not morph into another room that ressembles my room but turns out to be another one that feels familiar yet is totally foreign to me...

Will I dream again of buildings crumbling down because of violent storms...?