Amssterdam: cold in the days, respectively, the nose is stuck, in the throat caca, the voice... Gigurda smokes less nervously. So, I’m sitting at work, the phone rings, I pick up the phone and I say, “Allo, I’m listening to you,” and at the end of the wire there’s a woman’s voice: “Oh shit, Lord! Who is it?!" and guts... hospital what to take...