dream:
foreign country. Berlin. Switzerland. I'm speaking another language. It may be Germain but it's different somehow. SwissGerman? Maybe. We are climbing stairs outside. The buildings are gray beige. Tall, about four or five stories. All at angles to each other. Despite the ominousness about it, I feel at home or that I'm going home. Like part of me belongs there somehow. There is a person in front of me leading the way. Claudia?