I'm pulling a trolley with my things over snow. People come towards me on the way to school. I see S. and look away, but when we cross paths, I turn round and we walk to my childhood home together. There are other people there that I am hosting. I ask if they would like coffee. A man is playing with two children in the dark living room. They have built an obstacle course. More people arrive. I tell them that there is an Aldi supermarket two houses away and a slightly more expensive supermarket a bit further away.

I'm at a meeting. I made the background music. An orchestra is to be recorded later. I walk around and see A. in a black suit. He has a packet of Marlboros in his pocket. He's talking strangely to a woman. He says that Choriner Strasse is back there, that's where we used to live. I walk on and see Donald Trump with his pig eyes.

Outside, I try to park awkwardly. A bicycle passes close to the car. I'm standing across and over a kerb. C. and I go into a DIY store and look for rollers for painting, but can't find any. Everything is stacked high and there's hardly any stock. I take plastic sheeting, but put it back when I remember that we didn't need them last time. I look at my mobile phone. On the display I can see my laptop rapidly moving away from me over a motorway. Someone must have stolen my car, where I left my rucksack with my laptop.