I go outside and carry the bass of the Radiohead bassist on my head. It's a Fender bass. I pluck it and it sounds great. The bass player says he's going to give a little concert in Berlin in the summer. I briefly hope that I can play along, but discard the idea. He opens a small case and gives me two black flyers that look like condoms. I enter a club with W. and a slightly older woman comes up to me. I don't recognise her. She says she has a topic for me. I have a naked chest. It's thundering. I'm cold, but not because of the approaching rain. I ask W. for my T-shirt.