It is raining in Doha .A woman from Hungary just woke up. Her mum visited her unexpectedly in her dream .There is no need for visa anymore -she said happily ...I can come at any time  when I wish to see you .. .
It was just a dream ...Bitter feelings - but the rain is true ... It is comforting . It feels like home .It feels like being child . Sitting in the veranda of grandma well protected from the rain still enjoying the fresh air and watching how everything gets washed in the garden . The dreams , the smell of wheat and corn from the pantry the puddles in the streets of Doha . Everything get mixed .
A Hungarian man in Bolivia is being tried behind closed doors, a Hungarian  man who believed that one should fight against ugly dictatorships .His friends were shot dead in their dreams in their hotel rooms . His life was spared and now he is being tried without witnesses .
It is raining . It is comforting somehow ...