Six feet tall, Bleach blonde hair misplaced, in the middle of the street. Not one person noticing me. On foreign land I just arrived upon. Just outside the well-worn train station the Nazis had once used. Many people fleeting by me. Not one soul to take one caring second, to ask if I need directions, or if I am ok or need a doctor by the way I’m twirling my head back and forth looking up and down and all around the street for any sings of direction. Thinking that all hope of finding my way around was all down the drain.

I suddenly feel a gentle touch on my right shoulder, a deep voice utters in my ear,
“Young lady, are you lost?

I quickly turn my head but nothing will come out. His deep blue eyes stare me dead in the eyes, both loss of words. He asked again,
“Are you lost?”

I whisper, “Yes I am extremely lost.”

He guides me out of the rushing crowds flowing viscously from the station. We reach a bench where he takes a seat so I follow and do the same.

“My names Rob.” He says softly, as I catch my breath.

“My names Estella.” I could barely finish the sentence before he pulled out a massive splif.

The smoke rolled from his mouth as an orange cherry burned at the tip. He offered it to me by passing it out as if it was candy. I rejected.
“Don’t smoke?”

“No, I can’t right now. I need to find Dam square.”

“That’s a Kilometer away; want me to walk you there?”

“That would be great!”

I follow him like with all guard up as I am over thinking anything that could go wrong. My father once told me not to trust anyone to fast. While thinking in the back of my mind all of the horrid things that a man could do even with his impressing charm to sweep a lucky one right off her feet. He tells me that it’s right around the corner.

I turn the corner with all intention of seeing the name of the exquisite street named Demark, which I am going to be residing on for this week. Instead I walk into an ally that could barely squeeze out a car that tried to drive through. One that makes me instantly get bad vibes and want to turn around. I came to a stop and hollered,

“Where are we going?”

“We are going to your place.”

“Well that’s funny because I never asked you to take me to my place, I only said Dam square.”

I turn around and start running back on my only previous steps taken in this foreign soil, as he yells,

“Where do you think you are going?”

“You don’t even know where you’re going!”

“I will find you!” His voice is now a whisper.

I am trying to act casual as I form with the sidewalk crowd. My eyes glued open in fear. I see a pizzeria and phase inside. Hopeful that this will keep me safe. I take a seat in the corner not able to be seen from the door, right next to a group of young nice-looking ladies. After a smile is given out of kindness I lean over and ask.

“Do you happen to know where Demark Street is?”

Yes madam, you are a bit on the outskirt’s now, but you’ll need to go straight for a while till you reach a big statue of a naked man then you will be in Dam square, than go right and you’ll be on Demark. “

“Thank you so much!”

I grab my belongings and rush out the door. I find the square with not a sweat. Now taking a right on in a square that has a lot to the right it a bit harder. I finally find Demark! Running with joy I rush into my apartment.

“Hello I’m Estella Smith” I am checking in.

She hands the keys over and I rush up the stairs.
Scared out of my mind I plop right on my bed and pray to God that I will be safe for the rest of the trip.