We both wanted to be finished with the Blue House, but we didn’t say it.

The Blue house no longer felt like a secure place for me also because of the continuous presence of Daisuke and the finding of the bra under my pillow.

Ground floor, left of the reception, a daily hospital room.

It was not just a temporary flat, but a delicious backup furnished with personal objects. There also was an LC2 chair, European taste, I didn’t comment.

I sat at the wheel.