I'm in a flat. I would like to wash myself, but I know it will be a while before I can do it. A man calls me. He wants me to make two changes to some music for a film. At first I think I'm making these changes for a film for which I've already done the music. But I don't really understand the man. I look at a poster showing the scenes. The man asks me what else I do. I say I'm doing the music for three episodes of ‘SOKO Leipzig’ and ‘Ein Starkes Team’, a theatre play in Koblenz. And an advert. The man is impressed and probably didn't expect me to do so much. It now becomes clear that I'm supposed to make music for two new scenes. I'm lying on an unmade bed and see the producer in a film with blond oxidised hair and a beard. He is interviewing someone from a team that plays ruby, football and handball at the same time. The man being interviewed is stupid and a right-wing extremist. The producer says that his own son should be nice. The radical right-wing man rolls his eyes, but I'm touched by it.