I dreamt that I was in Russia with my beloved. We were about to fly from Moscow to Zagreb, but we got separated at the airport. I was looking everywhere for her, but the place was huge. She was not responding to my mobile-phone text-messages, either. We did not have our tickets yet, and I remember talking with a man behind a ticket counter about my situation. I was talking in Bosnian-Croatian-Serbian or BCS, and he was responding in Russian, but we understood each other perfectly. I showed him my passport and asked him whether I could buy tickets for my beloved and me. He explained that this was not possible without her passport. “Not possible,” he repeated several times. I tried to call her on my mobile phone, but I woke up before I managed to get her. It was still dark outside. Before I fell asleep again, I wondered at my dream. I have not dreamt of international airports for quite a while. My beloved is about to travel abroad soon, and this must have triggered the old anxieties. I remembered the dream as soon as I woke up in the morning. “Moscow-Zagreb,” I whispered to myself and shook my head in disbelief.