I am in a place where a robbery is taking place. People are being threatened and killed. I run along corridors; we are trying to figure out where the killers are. Do we run away or do we look for them? The police arrive in large police vehicles. I go out onto the street alone and remember the tragedy in which family members and friends were killed. I collapse in the street and weep bitterly.

I am at a barber’s. The guard of the hair clippers comes off. Has he cut the hair at the back of my head too short? Then we walk through the city. I see myself with shorter hair in a mirror. I look young. We are searching for a new place for the barber. Is he homosexual? Then I am looking for a Ferris wheel for my daughter. At the end of Brunnenstrasse, by the water, there is one. In the distance we see a large white illuminated semicircle. My daughter will like it.