U. is angry with me. I explain to her why I unfortunately had to cancel the meeting. She has a letter from the literature festival where we had performed. It explains why she hasn't been invited back since then.

I am on a sloping meadow. Young people are coming down from above. They look threatening, but they only have car rims in their hands, which they want to spray paint. A man approaches me and greets me with a fist bump. I say my name. Behind him come more young men and two women. I wait with my arm outstretched and we also greet each other with a fist bump. I say my name, they don't answer. We want to play against each other. I have two other players. There are stones in my hand. The man wants another stone that matches the others. It should have something white on it. I walk around and search the flower beds, thinking that I wouldn't have searched so thoroughly if the man hadn't asked me for a stone with something white on it. I find a stone with a glass attached to it. It was a glass that belonged to my daughter. I continue searching.