I am at an event and ask my father why he was so driven and determined. The actor or my father doesn't answer. I want to smoke but not another cigar. I'd rather have a cigarette. I don't order a coffee either, but a Rhubarb juice spritzer from my daughter. It's the yellow bottle. My wife doesn't want me to be disappointed and keep digging and trying to find out more about my father. I say I'm OK. I stand in the room. the others can see me looking for answers and getting none

I argue with my wife. We go at each other in public. I go on, have to take our daughter to school. K. calls. He needs help with a sound file. I tell him that he just has to drag it into the DAW. K. is in a wheelchair. We have to go up one floor and I make a joke that he should walk up. K. can take such jokes. We get into a strange lift that looks like a hollowed-out tree. I remember that I wanted to take Y. to school. There's another small child at my childhood home. I'm afraid I'm too late for my daughter, time is running out. I go off and leave K. behind. Where am I? In Switzerland? On a motorway? There are whores at the exits. It must be summer. I can see the city back there. I walk through an ancient ruin towards a huge exposed tree root. There's a big round hole in the centre. I knew that today would be a special day. Someone says he has been making leather all his life. When I arrive at the hole in the root, I realise that it is too small to slip through. I walk on until I reach an entrance. It's the Iranian embassy. I don't know if they'll let me out. A man checks me and feels me over. He massages my anus with one finger. Very long and penetrating. It gives me a slight erection, which I hide. I go on to a woman and ask if I can get out of here. She asks for my ID. I hand her one but it's from an African woman. Then I hand her another false ID. I make myself look suspicious. I keep looking in my wallet, which contains a lot of cards, but I can't find my ID.