A scene witnessed on the metro: an older man, befriended by a little girl, getting back on board because she was all in tears to see him go. Two stops later, he really had to get off. The five-year-old cried and cried; her mom apologized all around, explaining that this was not her daddy... As far as I understood, he was just a stranger passing through.

dream

T & I can't agree on where it is exactly that we are supposed to meet. We pore over some maps: Turkey, Armenia, Usbekistan; call out city names, possible rendez-vous coordinates, but nothing's clear, and as soon as one understand what the other's saying, the other has already changed his/her mind. Yet, as if an agreement has been reached independently of us, we find ourselves in the delta of the Loire river [not an actual place]. The delta is vast but shallow. At the very mouth of the river, there used to be a town, with narrow streets and old houses [their architecture resembling rather some little towns in Kentucky than France]. The town had been dying for some time: the factories shut down and people were abandoning their homes. The government was planning to revitalize the town, but then the river altered its course and the town found itself submerged by the new delta. T had been here before: he pointed out a shallow path where one could walk safely. Beneath my feet, a former road, I can feel the pavement, and even though the water is here barely above my ankles, I can see some houses under water up to their rooftops. T makes some remark that seems awfully funny in the dream. Something like: 'People who live in wet houses shouldn't leave their matches on the doorstep'. We decide to impart this wise advise to some remaining residents. T knocks on a door while I'm trying to control my laughter. A woman opens and lets us right in, not listening to what we have to say. Her nonchalant trust astounds me.