I'm making music for a theatre play with a new modern guitar sound. I open a door to a room, it's dark, T. is standing there in pyjamas and takes me in her arms. I smell of smoke. We hug for a long time. She is sad. Men talk about East Germany, how they can no longer find solidarity there. One of them says how good the SED was for the people. I think the others will be in favour of the AFD. I'm still hugging T.

I go to the supermarket with C. but it's closed. That's strange. We go in, there's a lecture going on. A man is speaking but there's nobody there to listen to him. C. and I sit down on a sofa. The man continues to speak unperturbed. I wonder what it's all about and move to another sofa. The cover is thin. Two young people sit on the other side of the sofa and listen. The talk seems to be about the time after school, university, the army. Someone comes up to me. At first I think it's the man, but it's a boy who asks if N. is coming. I tell him that she won't. I ask C. if we should go. I want to hurry because other people are coming, the chairs are filling up and I want to leave without being noticed. We leave the room through a door and find ourselves in a church. We don't know which way to go and follow others. C. trips over a tile, she covers up and I push it back into the opening. In front of a room, a wall goes up so that the light can illuminate a statue in different ways. I want to take a photo.