I'm at a party. I'm not feeling very well. Am I drunk? Then I drive in the car with T. to my childhood home in Terschurenstraat. It looks different, new houses have been built. We come to a green gate. C. gets out and tries to open it, but doesn't have the right key. A woman arrives on foot. She is very nice and talks to C. C. tells her that she doesn't have a key. Another car approaches on the other side of the gate. The woman opens the gate and we drive through. I get out after a few meters to close the gate. It snaps shut with small bolts. In a house that resembles Zs house, I plug in some American plugs. Someone talks to me about S.