One of those "No explanation" series :)

The doorbell woke her up.

"Come and learn from me..."

She opened the eyes. Where was she?

The image of the figures white-black like the chess was still fresh.

Doorbell. Ah, doorbell!

The slippers rushed downstairs.

When she reached the door, the steps were distancing.

She rushed out: "Hallo, ik kom van nummer 5."

The postman carefully looked and smiled.

"Echte studente, hey?", he had a confidential letter to someone who had left long ago.

"Ben jij Anouk van Assen?" - he asked.

"Gentle and with a humble heart..."

Her mind drifted away to reality and she shook her head.

She explained that she doesn't know anything

about this girl/woman? and apologized that she can't help in any way.

The postman regretfully smiled and said: "Wat als het is een heel bijzondere zaak?"

Yeah, what can you do? You can not transcend your limitations or can you?

The postman and the girl started walking to contrary directions.

Suddenly the girl stopped and from deep of the mouth you could hear: "Wait!"

The postman turned around.

The girl said she could call her flatmate and ask if she

by any chance had any contact with the needed girl.

"Hoi, met.."

"Hoi, weet jij iets over Anouk van Assen?"

Daar staat een brievenbesteller met een confidentieel briefje voor haar."

"Ja, denk ik. Ik moet haar e-mail hebben."

Oh, wat mooi! Bedankt!"

...

Tea was getting cold, but she liked it this way.

The letter was decorating the table and it was darkening.

One of these quite moments after enjoying sunset in a balcony...

The dream came out so clear.

They advise it is good to write down such bright and real-life dreams.

But she already knew.

She understood the meaning of the black

moving something and the white friend.

They fought a lot, until the cross came...

and the dark had bended the knees...

A picture is from my sister's memoir - Uzbekistan.