I am at a party. S. is standing on a platform with his girlfriend. They are both drunk. I want to take a photo of them. S. runs into the forest and hears a Beatles song. He writes down the notes as Lalala. I continue walking through the house. Strangers arrive. The party is coming to an end, rubbish is neatly lined up everywhere. I am drunk, but I try not to let it show. I go into a room and want to brush my teeth. Someone gives me a tube of toothpaste. I am standing over a very deep sink that is stained with colourful marks. My vision is pixelated, like my iPhone camera. I think now is a good moment to leave unnoticed. I open the door. I notice that the flat reminds me of my grandmother's. When I stand on the street, I see that everything has been bombed and the houses lie in grey ruins. I hope I have my room card for the hotel room with me and feel for it in my back pocket. Everything around me has been bombed. Where is the way?