... I walked along a street familiar to me from childhood. The breeze barely touched my hair, the almost summer sun was shining so brightly that it involuntarily made me smile and hum a silly children’s song. The city was noisy all around - cars were honking, a tram was ringing as it approached the stop. A gaggle of schoolgirls were laughing and loudly discussing their girly news. An elderly lady in a hat came out of the entrance, holding the hand of a boy in a blue suit. Both were smiling, the boy was saying something loudly, jumping up and down... The bakery door slammed - the smell of vanilla, fresh baked goods, the aroma of happiness, home, life rushed out... And then I woke up. On someone else's bed. In someone else's room. In a strange world...