I’ll come to the office. I know those rooms. Down the hall, back left the room with monstera, mattress and filled with experiences, just before that on the right the kitchen, all old acquaintances. I greet the rooms, say “Hello” in my mind to Albert Hofmann, who is framed on the wall facing me. This is a place where I feel safe, where I have experienced that I am alive, where I have had experiences that I could never have dreamed of.

I’m familiar with the procedures. I take my drug test, get my blood pressure taken, answer questions on paper, and confer with Mark before doing it.

Markus was looking forward to this moment as well. He made a conscious decision to support and participate in this study as a physician. The long days in the office while I or someone else is traveling, the accompanying, also enriches him, he tells me. It fills him with joy when he can experience how a closed person without hope can open up and discover new perspectives for himself, how life awakens and love begins to flow. For him, this, as well as the close cooperation with all the other doctors working on the study, the supervision sessions, the meetings, the exchange, is a meaningful enrichment of his life. Here he can draw insights for himself that also touch him. I, for one, am thankful that I did so well with Mark as my companion. He’s my anchor when the journey begins and the waters run high.

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