I'm with F. We're having soup with others after a rehearsal. I actually wanted to go straight home. But a vegetable soup comes in handy. F. keeps swapping soups in front of me. Then he comes after me with the others to stick me with needles. I push the door shut and want to lock it, but F. pushes it open effortlessly. I float outside and sing. I'm happy to be me and that I don't have to pretend to be someone else in the group. I reach a place with people. I float in the air and try to fly further up into the sky with swimming movements. I don't really succeed, I don't gain any more height. It's getting dark and I want to climb further up along a wall.

I'm at the end of a table at a rehearsal. I'm cleaning something. At the other end, I see R. enter the room with a bottle of beer. I'm sorting through a pile of papers. R. comes up to me. I try to hug him but he doesn't return my embrace. I'm not wearing any trousers, I'm standing there in my pants and we sit down. I ask if he has a concert here in Munich or is visiting his mother. He looks at me and thinks what a stupid question I'm asking if his mother has died? I say apologetically that it's been so long since we've seen each other. He's looking for a job with the Samaritans. He's already been to four places in Berlin. But he doesn't speak French. I look at him and wonder if I still want to play with him if he's not successful. Maybe soon I won't have a job either. I make a smacking noise with my hands. R. looks at me.