Dreamed of being wafted through the wind like a fallen leaf; landing in Zurich on the way to Russia; reflecting on Switzerland's mixed record on Holocaust refugees in World War II. (Many kept their heads low and survived, but some were deported to certain death.)
The night before I'd dreamed of seeing an incomplete print of a silent movie titled Year of the Swan, with a scene of a woman landing at a country estate in a biplane.
Saw Zhang Yimou's Curse of the Golden Flower at the Cumberland with Puitak and Gordon. Colourful but thin drama, best for the action scenes.
Afterward we ate Korean food. Very spicy.
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