I arrive at a cinema where a film with my music is supposed to be shown. Screens hang throughout the hall above the audience. The walls are brightly decorated with mirrors and all kinds of objects. I step outside and go to a shop. There, together with my daughters, I meet R. I walk around him once and then greet him. He says he is doing training in clown management. He shows us, bare-chested, how he paints himself white and juggles a ball. I walk on to a sports field, wearing only underwear, trying to hide my slight erection behind a towel. I continue with R. or O. to a secured area. I fly over it and land in the middle. We have to try to get up unnoticed. The embankments are very steep. Crouching, we try to climb up. Then we split up. I see old cars parked, and people come out of buildings. Crouched down, I watch them and wait for them to disappear again. They move strangely.