E. explains something about lust. I'm aroused, talking to her. I'm wearing light trousers, my erection is pushing through. I turn away and go down a flight of stairs, out onto a street and ride a bike with very thick tyres. It's unusually hot and the wheels make a noise on the tarmac. I could go to Kreuzberg, meet unknown women and have affairs with them. I stroke packages. Even this touch excites me. I enter Dock 11, a woman is working at the back. I go to the toilet, it’s inside a cube, and in front of it, on the floor, there’s a puddle.