I was heading to the border between Germany and Austria, I see Munich. I take a photo of the Neuschwanstein Castle, but the photo turns out to be of a wasteland. I am puzzled. I send the photo to my younger brother. I am happy to see my high school German teacher, she is less happy to see me. I understand she likes me but she needs to play the bad cop role.
I find myself somewhere dark, I see a neighbour from when I was a kid. I say hi. She has four kids and she dares me to guess which ones are her kids and which are her brother’s. I suggest I guess their age instead: 3, 9, 12 and 12.
Two snakes bite my ring finger, it swells. I go back to my table (although I wasn’t coming from a table) and I see Clara Popolo, I am so happy to see her! We start cracking the best jokes, we are so hilarious that a camera crew gets close to us. I don’t want to be filmed, I cover my face. The director tells me off and the cameraman starts dancing with his camera while recording.
Big fancy cars pass in front of us and I start booing them, everybody around joins me in a improvised revolution against the bourgeoisie but I soon realise it’s a funeral procession. I tell everybody to stop booing and I wonder what I had against those people in the first place.
