I walk down the streets with my daugher to learn English vocabulary. I look it up in a book; there are many words she needs to learn. We keep walking.

I enter a woman's bedroom. Her mattress is lying in a window frame. On the floor is a mattress for F. and his girlfriend. I wonder if they all have sex together. I go into another bedroom that belongs to the son. Here, too, the mattress is lying in the window frame. I leave the flat and want to go back on a boat. My daughter asks why we don't anchor somewhere else to sleep. I walk through a landscape and come to the sea. I dive underwater. In front of me is a rock formation on which I see Mick Jagger lying, surrounded by one or two water snakes. I look again, but can no longer see him. I look closely and recognise his profile on one of the rocks. I notice that I have been underwater for a long time without any effort. Is it because of my new asthma spray? I slowly surface and walk out of the water back onto land. There I climb up an embankment. Above me, I see a tractor. I hide behind a bush. The tractor unloads cow dung right next to me. It then swings over my head and drives away again.