I woke calm. I knew at once that I had to hold on to this dream. I repeated it to myself in my head before I had even found my phone — I thought the children had taken it, but in the end I found it and wrote down everything I remembered. The dream did not get away.
I do not know what city it was. Perhaps Kraków — but in the dream its name was never spoken. I knew only one thing: I was lost and did not know where I was.
On my shoulder I was carrying a small goat. Somebody had given it to me, or I had bought it. Or at least it seemed to me to be
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