A whisper, soft and insistent, talks to me, burying into my sub-conscious, my thought processes are confused, I see an unknown space in the sky, a narrow strip of light, I am flying in a dream, clouds float, driven by the wind, white mountains tower higher and higher. Have courage! I look at streets full of people with their unique histories, shadows, layer after layer, memories, impressions mingle together. I feel my heart pounding. When will I wake? Nerves strands jangle, blood pulsates in my veins, in my sleeping body which is transparent … flashing angrily, as if hitherto unknown organs are seeking to burst out. Every single muscle must be reinvented, says the whisper from my inner world. Do you want to work in an unknown country? Just paint! A new moon has risen. No clouds left. Wake up! I live in a strange room and sleepwalk in a distant city.