I'm at a grave. Sophia Thomalla next to me. I clean the grave with a hoover, but not completely. Next to it is another grave, which I clean all over. Another woman is there. I find a dead pigeon and lots of leaves. I want to burn them in a fire. There is a curtain in front of the door, a homeless man lives behind it. The box he lives in contains faeces, which I also have to clean up. Then there's a second homeless man. It's cold. Should I give him my coat? I don't.

I find myself in a long queue on a large ferry. There is movement in the crowd. Isn't that Christian Linder (I think of the name Guido Westerwelle)? I set off with C. But I'm not wearing any trousers. I can't go with them. I go back. C. sends me several text messages. I follow her and meet a steward. A woman wants to go to her cabin with another reservation. The steward says you'd always think that stewards were nice, but actually they're not. I go down a flight of stairs. I glide over the steps very quickly and hear my mother's warnings not to fall. When I reach the bottom, I'm in the cabin that Christian Lindner used. I wonder when it will be cleaned. I go into the bathroom. I see the remains of a line of white powder on the shelf. I take a photo of it. Then I pick some of it up with my fingertip and lick it. Cocaine. I could expose Lindner with this.