Four people, drug addicts, try to steal money from the back pocket of my trousers and someone else. I can feel their fingers in my back pocket. They don't succeed, but I have banknotes next to my mobile phone. Should I show them the money? I'd rather not. We go upstairs. Someone says that two men are looking for me and G. I go through a door and they're sitting there. One of them has a black eye. I say it couldn't have been me, I hadn't been here for a long time. They believe me but want me to give them A.’s number, which I don’t. I go out and meet H. His daughter has done something wrong and is off with him. I find a bag of washing powder and a shirt inside. It wouldn't fit anyone else but H.’s daughter. I give it to her although I’m not sure if I’m allowed to. I ask H. how he's doing. He's lost his mother. I carry him in my arms. Then I have to go and find my daughter. I go up the stairs outside a big building. I find her and carry her awkwardly down to the car. C. is drunk and can't help me. She stumbles and spills something.