Christian still can’t believe what I am telling him. ‘This is bad, this is worse than I thought it was. How are we going to get out of this one? I thought that I had made a good decision by letting us come here but it is proving to be a bad idea right now and I don’t know what to do’. He confesses looking a lot stressed out. ‘You know what, let us not think about this things at the dinner table. Let’s eat and we’ll try to discuss things on a new page tomorrow’.
‘No, you don’t understand my father I s a very clever man. He is as clever as he is bright. By now he has traced you back to me which means that any second now he could come through right that door’.
‘So what do we have to do right now?’ I ask him as I take in the worried look on his face, his is one of the only times that I see Christian in a state that is like this. Even before when we in the jet, he was stressed out but right now he is beyond that.
‘Can I ask you something?’ I say interrupting him from his thoughts.