I'm talking about Y. A punch in the face on the balcony. I ask the psychologist whether this is normal. The balcony is a space where this is possible. Y. looks grown up, smiles embarrassed. I lie on the floor and draw two beers for J. and her mother. The mother also gets a Kassler roast. A man watches me as I tap the beer. I fill the first beer again and again to give it a nice head. I fill the second beer glass all at once and add some foam with a second pour.