I'm travelling, on a tour, looking out of a window. I like it. I'd like to be travelling like this more. We're going to Holland by train for the second time. I'm looking for number 96 and I'm the first to board the train. Am I already in the right compartment? In front of me is a conductor drinking beer. It's like being on an aeroplane. Other people arrive. I keep looking for the number 96. I see my daughter, but can't call her because she doesn't have a mobile phone. A man is standing in front of a sign. Is he drunk?
We set up our instruments in a cellar. They were somewhere else before. I connect the cables. One slips out. It's not torn off, I just have to feed it through a piece of foam, then the other way round. I succeed. The looper pedal runs via one cable, the effects unit via another. Does that make sense? I stand for a moment wearing only my underwear and don't make a good impression. It's a bit embarrassing. Next to our instruments is a table with utensils for an SM session. It can stay.