#18: Sleeping in the Open, Listening for Danger
There were no hotel reservations on Karl’s walk. For most of the journey, he slept wherever he could lay his head—in hammocks, under highway overpasses, beside riverbanks, or in empty fields. Sometimes he camped on hillsides where only the stars watched over him.

Other times, he curled up near fences in countries where armed men roamed after dark. He trained himself to wake at the faintest sound, listening for footsteps, animals, or the rumble of engines. Every night brought uncertainty. But over time, his fear dulled into instinct.
