I'm getting changed inside a large room with people for the Berlinale. V. and F. are there. They are financing their film with an award I won. A friend arrives and we go to the Berlinale together. There's a traffic jam. I remember an affair I had during the holidays. I think that while I'm thinking about the woman, she's probably thinking about me too. I'm relieved that we're no longer in contact. I walk on, following a woman. She is happy. When she stops in front of her front door, I keep walking. She turns round and runs after me in love and doesn't want to let me go.