A woman with very large breasts wants to jerk me off. In a compartment. She does it too quickly but then I do come. She visits me again. I'm worried that I'll have an affair. I tell her no. I write to her with a big erection. She comes anyway. My wife is also there and hangs up the washing. I try to defuse the situation. Between cunning and morality. Have I cheated on my wife? Irretrievably?

I'm standing in a shower that's directly above a toilet. I take a sponge and clean an area of the shower. I hope the water is warm. I then stand in the changing room with J. and another woman. I want to tell them how beautiful they are. I am beautiful too, despite my puffy eyes. I see J. from the side, she has a beautiful slim line. I wonder where I can get dressed. There's a baby crying. I go to the mother and her child and sing ‘Frère Jaques’. The child turns to me and looks like a corncob. The mother and I sing in canon and slip into the lyrics. It would be good if the child would stop crying now. When can I finally get dressed, I don't want to expose myself to the others. I look up. I'm in Schöneberg. Up there is the bridge to O.’s flat. He could have come to our concert. J. was singing. I'm not a real musician, I just play on my computer.