Parallel world. Russia

I was born and live in Kaliningrad on a small street Soldier. This street existed under the Germans and was called in honor of their agricultural chemist Liebig. The same time it is and cannery, is now a fish cannery. It can be seen from the Windows of my house, where I live since 1985. This is also an old German, a three-storey building under a tiled roof (it is, by the way, is the map still 1929). I am 49 years old. Not a drug addict, do not drink alcohol (except mulled wine on New year's day), don't even smoke. Almost no use of drugs and certainly did not try those that affect the psyche. Never experienced any auditory or visual hallucinations. Even when at the age of 19 years, survived clinical death, I saw no tunnel, no light, no the hand, just fell into the darkness and don't remember how the doctors brought me out of this state. In General, I'm practical, sensible and far from mysticism. And perhaps what I describe is the only mysterious event that happened in my life.

It happened in the winter of 1997. It was very hard, especially February when there was a story. Our house is heated from the boiler house fish cannery. At that time she was working on fuel oil and sank from bad to worse. Said that they just put poor quality fuel. Then I lived alone, no cat took later in the same year, but in September. Usually in the winter I sleep in a sports pants, a sweater and wool socks — battery is almost not heated. The Windows in the apartment were covered, the front door is securely locked the locks and sturdy chain. My apartment has never been dark since two of my Windows looked out on the facade of the plant, which besides that sparkled all the Windows (there was work in three shifts), and covered street lamps and spotlight. Somehow during the night I somehow woke up and was startled around me almost complete darkness and silence. Awake not realizing what was wrong, I went to the switch pushed — light is not lit up. Deciding that burned out light bulb, I moved into the corridor. The light is not lit and there. The same was waiting for me in the kitchen. And then I suddenly realized that I was standing on the floor barefoot and I'm wearing not sports suit, long light dress. I held it by hand to the touch it turned out to be knitted from soft and apparently natural material. It was blue, though perhaps that color was "painted" dull penetrating through the window the light of a lantern. I looked around and was amazed.

My apartment is always full of old furniture, clothing, books, press, was completely empty. Although the fact that this is my apartment, I had no doubt — coincided and the area and layout, and floor. As it turned out, I woke up neither his heavy oak sofa and simple couch. The kitchen was empty — no sink, no stove, just by the window stood a low drawer in the form of a parallelepiped. I have misread and did not understand that — whether a locker, or seat. But most of all I was amazed as I looked out the kitchen window. The building of the plant, are quite recognizable in form and dimensions, was not only lit by the floodlight and lanterns, there was not even a window! It looked like a monolith, like the building is wearing a huge dark shiny box. And the street disappeared the snow, and spruce, which was growing in front of the plant. In the yard at his usual place, almost opposite the entrance, was burning the only light. Yes, but he shone a strange blue light, what I over the years have never seen (the lantern was usually white, purple or orange, but not blue). But most of all I was frightened by a startling silence, some kind of weird, sepulchral. Actually, I have a feeling that in the world except me no one else! I was literally shaking in terror.

"Where am I? I thought. In the other world? The worst story? In the past? In the future? And what I was doing here all alone?!.."

As if on autopilot, I walked to the front door, checked the locks and the chain, everything was fine. Although what really is up!.. Then I went back into the bedroom, lay down on the bed and with his head hid some rough hard blanket. And lay there, trying to stop biting me shiver. As she fell asleep, I do not remember. In the morning I woke up in his familiar apartment. The furniture was in place, all the lights are lit, the window for fir trees could be seen the Windows of the building of the plant. The world was exactly the same as before! When I told mom, she suggested that it was just a deep sleep. But I could be wrong — I just woke up! The only question is: where?

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