I have a child together with my brother. Philipp is being held captive. And it will take time. I'm with him but we don't understand each other. I go out through a shopping centre. I've been drinking alcohol and don't feel well. I go to a hairdresser's and sit on a bed there. The hairdresser shows me how short he wants to cut my hair. A woman says, no, shorter. It would suit me if my hair was shorter. So below the yellow tips. But the hairdresser says it would probably grow back yellowish. I bump the back of my head against his chin.