A Chinese dictator in front of me. He threatens to torture me. I'm scared and hide behind crash barriers. The dictator humiliates me completely. He threatens me with pain. I sneak away. What am I doing here? I have no business here. I walk along lights in the ground. I am afraid.

A game with balls that predict the goal. You just wait until the game is almost finished and then you risk the shot. I think, what a strange sport. You might as well go straight to the last second of the game and skip all the pre-game. I'm watching everything through a crack in the desk. There are cables everywhere and I'm afraid of making a mistake and pulling the cables out. Then the politician Wissing comes and gives the player a ball. Why does he do that? The player (is it Boris Herrmann?) puts the ball on a branch as a joker. We are still waiting for the decisive end of the game. It's dark by now. I try to retreat behind the crevice of the desk again. Under the water. Without disturbing the other spectators.