Sighting

I’m a woman from Bern trying to reconnect with an Australian man I met in the early evening of 25 March 2025. You sat beside me and my friend in a small café in the Lorraine district of Bern — a quiet brunch place where our short conversation happened.

I still remember your warm, steady voice more clearly than anything else. You spoke gently, with a soft English accent, and you tried to include me in the conversation in a calm, attentive way. I didn’t leave because I wanted to end the moment — I left because it overwhelmed me in a way I didn’t expect.

I don’t know your name or which city in Australia you’re from. All I have is the memory of your voice and the feeling it left behind. If you’re the man who met a Swiss woman in Bern that evening: yes, I am looking for you.

If this ever reaches you, you can write to me at [email protected].
This is my message in a bottle.

A more emotional version of this memory is here:
https://medium.com/@jasminbi1972/a-message-to-the-australian-man-i-met-in-bern-on-25-march-2025-73843d00b2dc
And the full version of this missed connection — my message in a bottle, my small Arecibo signal — is here:
https://messageinabottlearecibo.wordpress.com/