There is a moment just before sunset when everything is golden, and the most mundane things become poetic and rare. The boys playing football in the distance become what their dreams are made of: they shimmer already with their dreams of a far away land where they will make their fortune at Real Madrid or Manchester United. If reality is that golden and dreamlike, where is the place for dreams? The problem is that we don’t know that we shimmer with gold, if looked at from a certain vantage point. It is only at a distance of time or place that we know what our life really is or was….