I am in a restaurant, fixing books to a shelf with screws that I take out of jars. At first it doesn't hold, but then it does.

I tell my daughter that my film or my music will be shown at a festival.

G. is sitting at a table. He mentions a woman's name and asks me if I know her. I say no, then he says she’s N.’s wife. She looks good. He says that anyone who has children and is not doing well has a problem. I draw between two lines with a black ballpoint pen. It is colourful.