I am clandestinely climbing up the balconies on a block of flats to visit my lover. He is my English student and I am his teacher in some city, which I have never visited before. The architecture is stylish and white, the city is modern but classic. It feels like Italy in the Americas, but it is not. It is somewhere I would like to live. I don't see much of the classroom, only the inside of my lover's apartment. Everyday we see each other, falling deeper into something uncontrolled and passionate, I think of nothing else but him - this is my downfall. We climb a huge tree outside the back of his flat, and look over the vast city often. I take many photos- I'm not sure what of and this does not seem crucial to the story and nor did it in my dream. So these seemingly unimportant photos, which I take to be developed, are somehow sabotaged and the unknown content of seeming unimportance leads to a sequence of events: the discovery of my student lover, my dismissal from work and the conclusion of my dream - I pack my things and leave town.