A discussion about where we could flee to ended when a deafening bang silenced us all. In disbelief, we stared at the formerly bright building, from which flames and black smoke were suddenly rising. My ears were ringing and I could hardly understand what my colleague next to me was shouting. I could only see her lips moving, seemingly without sound. We had landed in a nightmare so quickly, so ruthlessly and without warning that paralysis stopped our impulse to flee. I tried to move and heard sounds coming from my mouth without understanding them. Time seemed to stand still. Panic seized me and I desperately tried to move. Then I woke up. Drenched in sweat and tangled in my blanket, I couldn't move at first. With great effort, I freed myself from its grip so that I could kick the blanket off me. What was that? What kind of dream was that, and where did it come from all of a sudden? No idea. I lay there for a while, staring into the darkness of the room, which slowly gave way to the first light of the new day. I turned on the bedside lamp and grabbed my notebook to write down the dream. Marianne Kohnert, DPV - Hamburg At first I thought it was all a misunderstanding. I´m doing everything wrong at passport control, I´m not yet familiar with digital scanning and the barrier won´t let me through. Someone tells me I have to push the passport into the slot the other way round. My hands are shaking, I can´t remember anything, but then it turns green. A uniformed man is sitting in the cubicle, gloomily scrutinising me, everything here is wrong, I´ll never get through. My tongue is dry as dust, my heart is racing, finally I´m through, I walk to baggage claim like through water, save me, you who are waiting for me outside. A stranger greets me, you´re angry because you´ve had to wait so long, you say. I can´t speak, I can´t defend myself, I need a drink. I stop you again because I have to buy a bottle of water. I walk backwards beside you, follow you to the taxis. You´re sitting next to the driver, I´m alone in the back, something´s not right, not even the direction we´re going in, I know this city.
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