dinner at Hannes, Jerelyn, and Fiona’s house in Bordesholm. with a host of their friends. I ran out of film, and had no other documentary materials, so, for the first time in awhile, I felt rather lacking — because it was one of those special dinners, one time, one place, that convocation of people will perhaps never happen again. time compresses toward leaving the continent. I call Loki in Sweden at his Aunt Selma’s house. we cross paths in ten days. after so many kilometers in those days, I wonder if I will be conscious!