I am in a large factory hall. My instruments are set up. Someone is playing my guitar but I don't have a distortion pedal. I'm thinking about moving my big mixer to another place so that others can connect to it and I can use my small mixer for myself. F. runs through the hall and up the wall. I'm amazed at how high he gets. Then I go to a toilet and pee on the wall. The stones are rounded off by water. Next to it is the playground of a school. The children could see me through a gap. Strange, I think. Outside, in front of the toilets, I take a shower. A woman next to me. I go back into the hall. The walls are now covered in old wallpaper stained with paint. Not very nice, but everyone can add their own style. F. runs up another wall. I think I see my old Revox tape recorder in a corner. I pull it out but it's not my tape machine. There's more old hi-fi equipment where I want to set up my big mixing desk. Outside, I try to park a car. The police are there watching me. I don't manage to drive into the parking space. It's like a narrow path.