A month ago in Shenzhen, I met a “lady from the West" who dreamwalked into the reality of the creative struggle of "copy painters" in the Dafen village. She was wide-eyed, ready to work, and enthusiastically searching through the days for what she called "the inner workings of the Chinese soul". We said we would meet up again when we were both back in Berlin and settled in for the summer.

Last night, I spontaneously went to an art opening at the Karl Oskar Gallery in Tempelhof, Berlin. I saw a lady among a crowd of artists, wide-eyed and ready to work. "Jacqueline!" I walked up to her. Neither of us expected that Berlin would bring us together this way, without letting us settle in yet in the heat of Berlin's summer. It turned out that Jacqueline arrived in Berlin the night before. We caught up, told other guests the craziness of doing two shows within six weeks in Shenzhen, and we talked about the future, like all Shenzheners do.

Later when I rode the Ring Bahn home late into the night, Jacqueline sent me a WeChat message, saying that I should call her, and gave me her Berlin number. I wrote, "I am on the Ring Bahn, listening to Patti Smith's Just Kids, thinking about the lady who dreamwalked into the everyday life of people in Shenzhen." She responded, "oh you are very perceptive...indeed, this totally describes my adventure..." What I didn't tell her was that I smelled the air of change in that little Tempelhof garden that reunited us, the wind of change that will sweep all of us there off our feet to a future we cannot yet imagine. I didn't tell her this swelling feeling inside of me, because I could already see the wind of change in the jet-lagged eyes of hers.

Karl Oskar Gallery in Tempelhof, Berlin.

Myself, Poul Weile, Jacqueline Heer, Adrian Pocobelli (left to right)

The remnants of sunlight in the summer evening of Berlin

“Dreamwalking”, a word invented by Jacqueline