Betreff: A message from a very small transmitter in Germany, Subject: A fictional dialogue about privacy, dreams and UFOs Dear Mullvad, Last night something unusual happened. Several UFOs appeared in a dream. They did not discuss faster engines. They did not discuss interstellar politics. They simply looked at each other and said: "Privacy survives civilizations. We use Mullvad." I woke up laughing. Perhaps dreams have better marketing departments than humans. Kind regards, RIEFUNKE A transmitter for interruptions. (Fictional internal reply from Mullvad) Dear RIEFUNKE, Thank you for your message. We have discussed the matter internally. Our developers were unable to verify the existence of extraterrestrial customers. This is expected. Our billing system contains no category called "Interstellar Civilization." One colleague suggested checking whether the UFOs paid in cash. Another replied: "If they did, we wouldn't know." The discussion ended there. Your phrase— "A transmitter for interruptions." —was quietly appreciated. Not because it advertises a VPN. Because sometimes privacy is exactly that: a brief interruption in a world that never stops talking. Whether your visitors arrive by bicycle, fiber, or unidentified flying object, we hope they leave with a little more silence than they brought. Kind regards, A developer at Mullvad (fictional reply)