I find myself in the navigator's chair of a second world war aircraft. I am seated at a desk behind the two pilots. I have a map, compass, watch, ruler, protractor and a pencil.
I can't see where we are going.
What am I meant to do? We have taken off and I am probably supposed to know where we are heading. Not even sure that I know what country we took off from. The pilot will soon turn round and ask for a bearing. To Germany, France or even Britain?
I look at my watch and am relieved that I can still tell the time.
My map is of no help, no GPS arrow to say where we are. That is my job.
With relief I wake up.
Finally, I know where I am.
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