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‘I think so.’

‘Do you think I have?’ I asked.

‘I don't know. You're really funny.’

I had no more hallucinations, but nothing seemed as it should. I had difficulty walking, and everything I saw — cliffs, stones, trees — looked unfamiliar.

The bus we caught was full of Indian workers; I felt they were staring at us, but then I must have dozed off. Before I knew it, we were in the middle of La Paz.

‘Do you want me to help you get home?’ Dede asked.

‘No, I'll get a cab,’ I answered.
‘Will you be over to see me later?’
‘Yeah, sure.’

I hailed a cab and gave the driver my address. I ran into my friends Eitan, Raviv, and Shukrun at the entrance of the old-folks' home. They burst out laughing at the sight of me.

‘So how was it?’ Raviv asked.

‘I'm scared,’ I told them. ‘Really. I'm not coming out of it.’

They just laughed some more.

‘Come and have some breakfast with us. You'll feel better,’ Eitan said.

I left my pack in the hallway and joined them. It was hard to walk, and I was afraid to cross the street. Eitan helped me.

‘Am I going to stay this way?’ I asked in terror.
‘No, no, don't worry,’ Eitan assured me. ‘It'll be