The dream
I was visiting some friends. They has a house with white walls textured like in old houses. It felt like I was in southern France and the house was surrounded by hills. They had a wooden table with lion legs and they wanted me to cook for them. So I started to inspect their long and narrow kitchen. I searched the fridge, there was none. On the cooking table there was a fish. I my mind I knew, I had to do a fish soup. I started boiling water, cutting vegetables then I realized I did not had everything I needed. Yet the ingredients where all there: ginger, onion, noodles. I took my bicycle on a long S-shaped road along the hills covered with olives searching for … the missing piece, curcuma… I woke up.

Fish soup
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