I am traveling with my Dad; he is old, the way he looked in his last years. Not sure how old I am, perhaps my current age. We are taking an international flight to Llima, Peru. In order to get to Llima, we have to make a connection in some obscure little town in Peru I do not remember the name of. The plane lands; however there is no airport as such, it is just an empty dirt field. I immediately have lost my dad as he walked away somewhere.
Then I can hear somebody calling me by name from the crowd nearby. I am perplexed as nobody is supposed to know me here; it is a flight connection after all. I am called by a Russian-speaking lady in her 40-50ies, looking a little bit like my mother's side cousin, she calls me by my first name. I am telling her that I need to find my dad who walked away. The dream ends here.
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