I'm on a ski slope. Other skiers around me. I'm gliding fast on a snowboard. I haven't skied for a long time and hope I won't fall. I'm skiing off-route on paths, taking a door handle with me. I wonder how I can get it back.

Lou Reed is A.’s father. I accompany A. to New York to meet Lou Reed. I tell A. that he will inherit a lot from Lou Reed and ask him what he will do with it. We go to a restaurant. I lose A. there and go to the 1st class area where Blixa Bargeld is sitting at a table with others. I bump into C., who pulls out a chair for me to sit with her and her friend. I decline and move on. Mick Jagger is dancing a bit off to the side. Only Lou Reed isn't there. I remember that he's already dead. I meet a group with K. and cross a bridge. I see myself there but with a time delay of 8 seconds. I say that if we communicate, there will be a 16-second delay. Blixa has cut his hair, it is now grey and short. Is it even Blixa? He's talking about illness. I climb onto a roof that has tiles, like the roof of my childhood home. People say it's dangerous and we should come down. I slide down as if on skis or ice skates. I meet A. again at the exit. Lou Reed is dead. A. looks very handsome because he has an honest face that shows his deep feelings