Betsy, are you listening? I asked you something!
I rolled over, but couldn't bring myself to open my eyes: Wha-?
M is impatient now: "Who is that guy walking the holy path?"
I was completely confused and thought: Do we know someone doing el Camino?
Betsy!? Who's on the holy mission?!
The name "Ahmadinejad" inexplicably bubbled up from my subconscious.
M continued: Because he wants to do the Prüfung.
He's really annoyed with me now and says "The PRÜ-FUNG!", patting my hip with each syllable.
Ahmadinejad is doing Taekwando with you?!
M snorts in disgust and rolls back over to his side of the bed as I sink, completely confused, back into the inky blackness.