Note: This is part of a series. You can read part one here.

I walk around this town feeling like I am in a dream, and the only one who knows it is a dream.

Everyone else around me is oblivious. It is like walking around knowing a secret, and feeling hyper-aware that there is so much more going on behind the scenes. I have taken the proverbial pill, and seen the Matrix. My eyes have been opened.

I’ve started the first phase of field tradecraft training, and the city is my training ground. I drive around, trying to determine whether or not I have surveillance on me. I try to locate spots suitable for clandestine operational acts, as well as for developmental meetings at restaurants, cafes, and local tourist sites. My head is a blur half the time, trying to learn these new skills. I ride buses, subways, take taxis, drive, and walk. I see parts of the city I would never have seen otherwise.