Races on bare feet, rocky roads, hurting feet, flashbacks to dreams I’ve had before, but had forgotten about. (rapeseed fields, forests, traveling to france, looking for rolls of film, old farms, walking until you see the land softly being swallowed by mist, by sea water), grandfather’s house, my teacher in sixth grade (I had forgotten his voice, but when I heard it in my dream, I knew it was exactly how his voice sounded).