I was back in my hometown, wearing high heels and a towel. We pass through an electronics exhibition and I play with a giant TV screen with a really bad resolution. It’s supposed to be used in meetings. You need a big room for that.
To go to the second floor of a building, I need to pass through a narrow entrance between two thick pieces of glass. It’s so hard and I almost lose my towel. I look around me while struggling, and I see the people from my teenage years. I become alert.
Once I manage to enter, I see a long table on the right and a group of people sitting in a large circle on the left. I try to reach the toilet by walking across the circle of people. I fall. I enter the toilet, I realise the towel is completely dirty and my skin is ruined from a bad sun stroke.
Layers of skin are falling down and I realise I am in my teenage years. I don’t want to leave the toilet. I wonder what to do and I am mad at myself. There’s a new truth in me: I am there to see that I needed strong adult women to contain me and my behaviour.