Letters and e-mails are sent to the City of Sarre.
It is a one-way communication. Answers come very late or even don't come at all.

In the meantime, Arjen finds out that the euphoric sensation about the dream location, can not be justified.
Conversations with mountain guides learn that the mountaineers that he would want to welcome in his bivouac, litterally, would pass the hut.
How idyllic and perfect it may appear, the location is strategically uninteresting.

Arjen is wide awake now, the dream is gone, the project freezes.
And time goes by...