I am driving a car when a pedestrian walks into me. I speak to him; he is angry. Does he want to hit me? He is from Colombia. I meet V. I am drunk. My fingers are swollen and red. Being drunk feels unpleasant. I follow V. on all fours like a dog and squeeze myself through a closing door. Outside, people are playing volleyball — a very long and spectacular match. We keep walking. I am carrying a transparent plastic bag filled with many items. Am I walking straight? V. has turned off with the others, and I follow them along a different path.

Will my wife and I have another baby? I do not know how I would manage that.