As I was sunbathing on my terrace together with my beloved, I was visited by a powerful vision. A group of several hundred people are walking down a highway. They are carrying large bundles on their backs. There is no traffic. Except for the travelers, there is no-one else anywhere in sight. Crumbled in places, the highway is empty. The travelers come to a tall viaduct. They stop, look around carefully, and then continue gingerly. When they reach the middle of the viaduct, a much smaller group of highwaymen armed with long, pointed sticks comes out of the forest on the other side of the viaduct and walks toward the travelers. They panic. Some of them turn around and start running in the opposite direction, but another group of highwaymen armed with sticks comes out of the forest and bars their way. Sandwiched between the two groups of highwaymen, the travelers panic for true. Some of them drop their bundles and run toward the edge of the viaduct. They look for some way to escape, but there is none. The columns supporting the highway are too tall. The highwaymen come ever closer to the frightened travelers and the vision dissolves.