Have you ever wondered why people dream? Why do dreams exist in this world? Is a person so unhappy that he or she has to keep wishing for something?
I asked myself this question when I saw people resting peacefully in a yard with many swings and benches.
It was like the very place where you could be inspired to create.
This sanatorium was indeed in the most beautiful place on this planet. There were high mountains covered with snow and how clean the air was. So pure that when I inhaled I felt light-headed and wanted to sleep, to breathe in more deeply until all this fresh air filled my tired thoughts and I became a completely different person.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was giving us a very real tour. He showed us every corner of the place. But he was the only one we could talk to. It was as if the other staff had simply disappeared.
