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Author's note : I have never been married nor had children, but in this dream it was otherwise.

I stood in the street of the old city. It was a beautiful day, the air was fresh and cool and the sky incredibly blue. I was a young man. A young woman approached with a baby in her arms. It was my wife, and the baby was hers and mine.

My wife's name was Jill Kovnats, I had met her in school as a child. Her family was of Russian Jewish extraction. At the moment she wasn't in a good mood. In fact she was in a rage, and at first I didn't know why. She bitterly complained of this life and of fate, and she was very displeased with me as well.

I tried to calm her, and pointed down the cobblestone street crowned by the beautiful blue sky, to remind her of the bounty of nature even in these difficult times. But of course this didn't comfort her.

During all of this the baby did not awaken, in spite of his mother's angry outbursts. I asked her to let me hold him, and took him in my arms. Still furious, Jill passed around a nearby corner for some reason and disappeared from view. I knew her, she was probably going to get something, I expected her back in a minute.

Then the sirens began. Maybe they were attacking again. I didn't know if it were a false alarm or an air raid or an attack of ground troops.

I hurried to the corner and looked for Jill, but she was nowhere to be seen. Nor was there anyone else, the street was completely deserted. I was afraid, the sirens were loud, the baby stirred but still he slept in my arms. I cupped my hand around the back of his head for support, it was warm and his hair was soft.

I looked about for an open door, to take shelter from the bombs, maybe I could find a basement. But everything was locked, and my banging fist brought no replies. And Jill was still nowhere to be found, nor did she answer my calls.

I ran with the baby, no one in the street. Finally I saw a stationary ambulance, with the back open and three officials rushing around and shouting to each other. I ran up and asked them where I could take the baby. They told me to get in the ambulance and hurriedly pushed us into the back. Then they too jumped into the car, and we were moving.

I was crying now, crying hard, with hot tears running down my face. The sirens were still wailing and now there was the drone of aircraft. The baby still slept peacefully in my arms. I cried "Baby, where is your mother? Baby, where is your mother?"