I'm in a club that belongs to G. It's not going well. I tell him that he should organise events on his boat. Even people from Charlottenburg could come. I could introduce him to P., it's not going well for him either. I go to the back to the counter, which is elegant and black. R. is sitting on it. I lift myself up gently towards him. Just like in the old days. We talk. I offer him my help too, but he doesn't have to accept it straight away, he can think about it. I leave, then I remember my dream and sit down again, take out a mini-computer and start typing: I'm in a forest with my father and my brother. We buy spare parts, then we have to split a ladder. My father is clumsy. We have to bend the stepladder upwards so that the two parts break off. Then we lose my brother overnight. I'm afraid he's dead. I write him a message on Instagram. Try to see when he was active on it. I walk through the woods and go to people he might have known and spent the night with. When I've finished typing, I go to a supermarket. The queue to the checkout is the wrong way round from the exit. I've forgotten something and go back in with my guitar case. But I have to go and leave the supermarket again. Have I paid for everything?