kindran

I'm in a hotelroom, with christian and his girl, we order some soup, i sit on the flore, and i spill a bit of the soup over the table...

I should join some people, they have some kind of a project, a kind of organisation, it is a bit difficult to get there, but i do it anywai... it is a big meeting house, with lots of rooms and so on... i join the new-meeting-room or so, where people get an introduction, then they ask the question, it we play with butterflies, and i look at my knee, there is a scare fresh scar on my knee, i say, that the butteflies plays sometimes with that, and then i look down on me leg, and there is a even bigger wound/scar, i sturt tu open it again, and a lot of peaces come out, with meetlike something.... a guy is there, which starts also opening my wound, it gets pritty messiy, it everything has a bit of a corn-structure... then, i think a women, said, that we should stop opening the wound...