I dreamt that I met a woman who could be my relative, albeit a distant one. Alessandra Bon was her name. I am not sure how we got to hear of each other, but we agreed to meet after a lecture of hers. It was about art, if I am not mistaken. I remember coming to a big hall in a city that reminded me of Paris. There were many people around after the lecture, but we immediately recognized each other. In her fifties, she had short brown hair with a reddish hue. She was a bit heavy under her chin, just like I am. And she had lively brown eyes. I do not remember us talking at all. If we did, I forgot what it was about. But I remember the thrill of meeting someone who could be related to me, no matter how distantly. One way or another, our roots reached all the way to Venice. We just stared at each other for a while. The encounter kept coming back in my dreams all night. When I woke up, I felt fortunate to remember Alessandra’s name.