I meet my friend J. at a railway station and ask him if he has grown. I see that he is wearing colourful high-heeled shoes. I pat him on his hard stomach and ask if he does sport. He says yes and I tell him it's important. I take three items of clothing to the tailor. He tells me the price. Among the garments is a black shirt with only one button missing. The price seems very high to me. I take the shirt back. He wants me to pay in Swedish kronor. The shop assistant prefers me to pay by card. I'm standing at a machine, I can't read the display, but I assume I have to enter my PIN. A woman is watching me. I look for the man to ask when I can collect the two items of clothing. However, I only find other employees behind the counter. I wonder if H. might not be here in Sweden. I need a massage, I meet D. in a house, she is lying on her stomach with her upper body naked. I'm also lying on the floor, lifting my body and worrying that D. might see my sagging belly. I look round the corner and see F. and L. L.is naked and has big sagging breasts. F. has rolled her up in a mattress. I climb over her wearing just a T-shirt and pants. I wonder what I look like. I look for a toilet but all the doors look different now. I'm confused, is this still the same flat? I climb over L. again in my pants, who is still curled up in the mattress. I see a door with a toilet sign for women. I open another door and find myself in a room with a window to the hotel reception. Back in the corridor, I see two men standing there. I continue and open a door with a sign for men's toilets. A ramp takes me to a small old cinema with brown leather seats. When I go back into the corridor, there's a man there who wants to push me down. I hold him firmly. Then there are three lunatics who are musicians. I wonder if I should release their music. I tell them that I'm a musician too.

In the hotel, I'm learning Norwegian in a class. The teacher makes us repeat a series of very long incomprehensible words. I wonder if the course makes sense. I can't even say simple words like ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in Norwegian. An older man approaches me and asks where I live. I say 10 minutes from here, through Mauerpark. I don't really want to make friends with him. I have a lot of things with me. My car was in the garage but now there's a purple and rainbow-coloured Ferrari. My car is wedged between two other cars in another garage. I go to a swimming pool and swim with my clothes on. Because of the socks, the flippers keep slipping off. I want to swim 10 laps. But the pool is not very long. Two hotel employees want to put my things away but I want to keep them. I try to pack them away but there are more and more of them. Then I realise that it's not my rucksack at all, but a bag that looks similar. I have to sort the things out again. A camera and a dictaphone are not mine. I try on a jacket but it's too tight, it's not mine. The same goes for a big black coat. There's jewellery on the tables. Is it from my mother? There's also an iPad that can't be folded completely.