I meet F. with C. He needs money. C. gives me a few bills. F. offers me his hand, which I shake, but he wants the money. I say it's not yet complete and pocket it. I actually want to give him less. How am I supposed to do that now? He's broke. I go to a toilet and look for the urinal until I find a low sink that's there for the dirty cleaning water.

The apartment is being revalued for tax purposes. I'm talking to a woman on the phone, listening to her soft voice. I slide across the floor on one foot. I can't hear her very well, but she has a nice voice. Then it can't be too bad. But in the background I hear two other voices that sound much more stern. The two Gallagher brothers are there and Prince William. They want to sing for the auditors. I'm not sure that's a good idea. Now the auditors are in the apartment. A man with his shirt open and a device on his chest and a tattoo is talking to me. He looks at the apartment. It has very high ceilings. Black molton flutters above, hanging over poles. The man says that's not right. I explain that the Molton is hanging there so that it doesn't echo. I ask how much higher I should rate the apartment and show him places that are worn. The man says that the apartment should be valued substantially higher. About 7000 per m2 more. We see a table in a corner on which my computer is set up.