I find clothes on the walls in a corridor, which I collect and put in a suitcase. They probably belong to a woman who lives in the building. I fold a long light brown cardigan to put in the suitcase and wait outside the lift for my mother. It takes a while and I have to calm down.

My father calls me. He wants me to find a house for him, my brother and his family and for me and my family. In Switzerland. The only place they want to live. And me? I say I won't find work in Switzerland, the market is too small. How much should the house I'm looking for cost? 1 million or 2 or 3? Then I remember that my brother and I can also sell our flats. I think about whether I should look in an industrial area to find a special loft flat. I wonder if that's in the interests of the others? I'll ask C. what she thinks about the idea of living together. It will certainly be strange that my brother and I are coming with our families and my father is alone. He probably won't find a new wife that way either. I'm still waiting for someone who has packed a large suitcase. Only a few clothes in it but big bags of plastic rubbish and empty bottles. I would take everything out of the suitcase but he goes back to pack more rubbish. I look at the computer screen and send an email via a web browser to C., then to H. Who do I send to last? Who is more important to me? By mistake, I send a mail to a woman too early. The name I typed was not legible. I hope I didn't make a mistake.