I am in a room with O.. He does not have a job. I see that he has built a small piano stand that can be placed on top of a piano stand. I suggest that he could continue to manufacture and sell these. Another man and a woman are there. I get upset and say that we do not want a state that simply gives us money. O. says that style is important to me and that I shouldn't get so upset. He's right, I feel embarrassed. I write the scene on an aluminium Dibond picture with a toothpick. Am I scratching the picture?

Donald Trump is being pushed across the room at the S.s’. Everyone gathers around the dining table. I hide behind it, not wanting to be seen. I leave the room with A. and E. We stop at a big road. E. throws me into the air exuberantly. We hesitate to cross the road, then the traffic drives past us. In E.’s flat, I place a small grey stone on the electricity meter. Will it still be there next year when I come back?