Paris was my second stop in Europe during my 4 month long journey alone wandering around the world. From what I remember, Paris was a ‘safe zone’ as he would call it. It would take them 48 hours to catch up and figure out my next steps. He had his guys following and protecting me, or as he would call it as “surveillance.” This was all part of a huge operation that he had concocted inside his head, and I was at the forefront of it all, naively putting so much faith into lies that I couldn’t tell from the truth. I was already too deep into the stories and into the plan. Everything had been so meticulously and elaborately laid out, step after step, all the training, all the paranoia. How could it not be real?