I'm supposed to play for Alexander Hacke with the Einstürzende Neubauten. R. tries to get me in. But then it doesn't work out. I'm at the concert with my parents as a big family. Are we too elegant, too rich to fit in?

Alexander Hacke looks at us. He has a full head of black hair. A bearded man is sitting next to him. The music starts. A long intro, it drags on a little with a minimal rhythmic loop. Then R. comes on stage. He wears black sunglasses and reads a text from a sheet of paper. He's nervous, probably because he's playing in Berlin and a lot of people know him here. I go to a DIY store with my father, who is visiting me here. We're looking for screws. The shop assistant says we shouldn't use these, they would interfere with the radio signal. Then my father wants to buy new locks for the whole house. We look for the right size. I would have to go upstairs to my flat. In the end, we only take one lock for me. We try to see if it fits. It's a big piece of salmon. I wonder which way round it needs to be installed. A. visits me too but I'll probably leave him alone tonight and walk with my parents through rooms and come to a church. There we push through people sitting in benches. My father speaks to them in a foreign language. The people are happy and talk to him. I walk on with my mother. We want to stay together.