I'm making music for N. for a film. I'm working on a kind of car radio. I actually have to leave for my therapy session, but I'll probably be late today. I'm in the street of my childhood. The music composition stretches like a road. I write to my therapist that I'm on my way but will be late. N. wants me to stay for the presentation. I say that's not possible. I still have to drag the music onto a USB stick. Employees are sitting at laptops. Someone hands me their stick. How does that work on the car radio? Somehow I manage to drag it over. I explain to the editor how the music is structured, how long the suspense has to be maintained. The music is only roughly done. Somehow I'm still on the road of my childhood. I hope the music is still locked in with the timing . Someone is making a lot of money. I say he doesn't have to feel guilty. But then I also say that I quickly feel guilty.