"I knew one person in this city and the last thing I heard was “you can’t stay here tonight”. A foreign city becomes familiar at 3 am. I’ve seen wet streets reflecting yellow lights before, incomprehensible drunks arguing with themselves. The only hint of difference was the slightly lower-pitched Parisian siren in the background. I need a mission. A reason to be awake and with nowhere to sleep. “People are strange, when you’re a stranger” rightly started playing in my head, the perfect soundtrack. “Jim! Yes! I’ll visit Jim!”. On the other side of the river, 2 hours away, he rested with free booze and cigarettes already laid out like a picnic on his chest.  My back straightened and my walk became purposeful. His haunt isn’t grand but recognizable in the sea of other tombs. “Thank you, Jim, you are an amazing host, oh you need a top-up?”. We sat, drank, smoked, and talked till the tourists came to restock our supply. ”For.. if... we don’t find…”