I'm travelling with my family in a car. Quickly. I overtake a car and another one comes towards me. To avoid it, I scrape alongside the car on the left. I try to wake up, but I don't succeed. I don't want to be blamed, but it was my fault. We wait in a room to see if it wasn't my mistake after all. There are men next door, they all have moustaches. They are all German. L. speaks in Spanish.