It is dark, large stones lie scattered on the fresh asphalt. Next to the new lane that is being built here, a highway stretches into the infinite black of night. The air smells of summer and instead of noisy hustle and bustle, there is only timeless silence.

I often come here to this construction site, which will one day become another expressway. Like a labyrinth, I follow the path that the large stones point out to me. It is a long walk until I reach my destination, but deep down I know that the effort is worth it – that it has been worth it every time I have come here. After I’ve left the last stone behind me, I’m standing in front of a paved hill, just like you know it from San Francisco. So I set off on the climb to finally reach my destination, the long-awaited meeting point.

I’m alone the whole time at, but I don’t feel lonely. It’s as if I’m walking in the same direction as dozens of invisible people. Arriving at the meeting point, I look over the road cliff that opens up in front of me. Here, at the highest vantage point, the construction site ends abruptly. I look towards the horizon, into the night dotted with twinkling lights. And without looking around, I know that you are all there, enjoying the view with me. Then the dream ends and I wake up.

After 9 years on my journey in clandestinity, I am happy about this kind of dreams. They create a bridge from past to present, and that feels whole inside me. I’m already looking forward to standing on that cliff with you again and looking out together.

I send you a smile and my gratitude.

With love and solidarity
Your comrade from the nowhere, July 10, 2025