I tell S. that I haven't finished composing the music yet.

I'm in Switzerland and get dressed. Longer shorts. C. says that I can go for a run. I arrive at a house where we're going to spend the night. I choose a couch in the back. Then I ask myself whether it wouldn't be better to take an armchair at the front so I can hear the concerts better. C. arrives with her ex and the three of us lie on the sofa. He doesn't have as much hair either and his eyes are blue. He talks about sailing and has found an explanation for why he couldn't get rid of me. I've been pulled along by him. It seems important to him. I go outside because I know that former pupils from my class are there. A band is playing in a garden. The musicians and singers are constantly moving back and forth. A man sings, then a woman. I walk on past someone playing Charly Chaplin. Nobody pays any attention to him. I look through a fence. Then I walk into a room full of people. I want to say hello, because they are former students from my school. I think I recognise K. I say, ‘I know you.’ She gets up but the others don't pay any attention to me. I go out to a toilet. It is very strange, with a lid that is supposed to be pushed down by the pressure of the jet. I touch it and the pee splashes on my legs. It is very unpleasant. I go into a basin of water to wash off the pee. Then I go back to our room. I can see C. and her ex through the glass door. Are they hugging? I go into the room and lose my bearings. Then I lie down on my mattress. I eat something. A man comes and takes my plate away and puts it on a table. At first I think he's criticising someone else, but P. tells me that he doesn't want me to eat in bed. Like our mother. P. has a fresh, youthful haircut. He's pitching for a job with his former company, but says they won't win the pitch. I want to take my grey blanket and go back out and listen to the band. C. says there's a note from me. I tear out the page but a little girl has written on it. The mother and the girl don't see that I've torn out the page.