"A drizzly summer day I am working in a warehouse somewhere near Leeuwarden. Three days of festival dust and sweat sticks to my head, until a vague smell, which can not be described, enters my nose. In a fraction of a second I find myself again at the cafeteria of the university in America. I see where I stand, what I wear, the color of the walls, the dirty gray carpet and I can overhear the conversation of a group of students three feet away from me. It is almost tangible. But before I realize it I am standing between the chairs and benches, that are carefully piled up at the sides of the warehouse, with both feet on the ground."