I dreamt that I had lost my father in an enormous railway station. We were actually looking for someone else, most likely m y mother, but we lost each other. I remember dashing hither and thither. At one point I saw a man who looked a bit like him, short and grey, but it turned out not to be him. He got confused when I ran up to him and then ran away without a word. I could not get my bearings in the station, either. Wherever I went, I found different shops, offices, restaurants. I wanted to call my father, but I was not sure whether he had his mobile phone with him. Also, I was not sure he would hear the phone in the crowd. On top of that, I had a new phone, and I could not figure out its search function, for I did not know my father’s phone number by heart. Gosh, I felt relieved when I finally woke up. How much longer will I dream railway stations and airports, I lamented? The last such place is behind me for nearly a decade. When will these persistent nightmares stop? I also remembered that neither of my parents ever had a mobile phone. I got one for myself so that they could reach me whenever they needed me. That was some three years before they died, at which point they traveled no more.