A beautiful, dark-haired lady appears at the foot of the stairs. She says she knew me in Vienna at the "Kunstvereins Sahl" (Concert hall where I took piano lessons). She points to a photo of me as a child: "That is what she looked like." "Are you the one?" she asks. "Yes." I say, and go with her, and a man and a woman to a reception, where they serve wonderful food: soft pretzels, and champagne! -- I am packing many bags for a trip....