I am in a studio belonging to my wife and me. She wants me to make a film about the statue I brought back from Chad. I want to use my DAT recorder to record the sound, but I can't find any blank tapes, so I connect the device directly to my laptop. A woman with black hair is an actress. She hooks her arm through mine. It feels nice. I want to be close and feel in love. We set off and I keep the recording running. We come to a wall, the actress meets a friend and I am supposed to climb up the wall. But the nails that were there are now missing. I jump down. At the bottom, I meet Z. He says I should turn something on. So I take the remote control and play a clip he has made. The speakers are bad and I turn up the volume. I say the film is good, it tells a story. Z. has longer bleached hair. The woman with black hair comes back and says she likes me, likes working with me. She goes to the back of the room. My recording is still running on the laptop. I see the woman with black hair at the back with her friend, who is leaning forward with large hanging breasts.