… and it was a strange one.  In it I had some conversation with Mareen, sitting on the kitchenfloor of a yellow bricked empty house, without any light on and there were like five meters between us. After one hour or so and a very honest talk (I never talked to Mareen outside E-Mails yet you have to know) I stood up to switch on the light and cook some sweet pan cake. And there where Mareen sat was a big bunch of red hair, she stood beside it and she smiled at me with that shiny scissors in her hand and her new supershort messy haircut, saying: “I just wanted to do something productive”…

I have no idea what the meaning behind all this might be – but I feel like a little weirdo now ;)