A. and J. are getting married on a boat. I am standing next to J. on the deck, which is black and slightly curved. I say how great the boat is. I think it's strange that A. and J. are celebrating their wedding while J.’s mother is not there. A. is dressed very smartly, but looks sad. I wonder if he is disappointed because I am not playing music for the celebration. I have my instruments with me on the train. My effects pedal is on the floor. Should I have prepared something? D. walks past me. He is also wearing a very elegant suit and a hat, which he has pulled down low over his forehead. I look out of the windows and see the Atomium, with the full moon behind it. I show it to Y. C. tells me not to lean out of the train, that it's dangerous. I do it anyway, just for fun. Then I pick up my folk guitar, which keeps getting tangled up in the cable. I play a picking pattern, over and over again. It's distorted by effects and it sounds very beautiful. Next to me is a woman with her boyfriend. The boyfriend shows me a piece of paper with the word Tervuren written on it. I say that's in Belgium, where I used to live. But the note also has a telephone number with a different area code. He says that this Tervuren is in Denmark. He gets off and is picked up. I want to keep in touch with him and take a photo of a projection. An elderly woman gets on and, when the train starts moving, gets off again. The man's girlfriend is now travelling back. She says she wants to be reasonable.