New dreams on a sailing boat. I introduce G. or his son in Dorfmark. My mother is sitting slightly sideways on a sofa, wearing mirrored Ray-Ban sunglasses, a colourful T-shirt and tattoos on her arms. I say she is not a teenager. G. or his son tells me the course I should keep with the boat. I look ahead and see the lighthouse with yellow light directly in front of us. Why did G. or his son need so long to calculate the course?