We're on vacation, A and I. It is a holiday and tonight people will gather in bars and nightclubs to celebrate, and later on fireworks will light up the sky. We're walking through a large and very upscale mall. It resembles a very classy hotel and everywhere we look we see well-dressed people. Beautiful people. I think to myself once more that from now on I will dress in a more feminine manner. And I will wear more high-heeled shoes this spring.

As we walk through a small delicatessen shop I inspect some kind of jam jars. Very expensive stuff. We then continue upstairs and past several nightclubs that already are crowded. There is such a throng that while we try to pass this one club I overhear the doorman tell some of the women trying to get in that it is already overbooked, but if they have tickets he'll see what he can do. I wonder what it looks like inside.

We continue back down toward the exit. A tells me we should leave immediately. He'll tell my why later. But we must leave now. As we walk out and into the grey rain, he tells me he heard someone said there is a bomb in the mall. Someone said the bomb would go off tonight. I am glad we left, and even if the rain completely soaks us I don't care. At least we are here, together and safe. Even if in a very grey world.

I pull up to a garage. My car needs an oil change or something. I am dressed very suggestively and notice that the guys in the garage spend little time minding their jobs as I walk upstairs to wait for the job being done. I am wearing high heels and a pencil skirt. I have a feeling it is the '50s or '60s. I end up hurrying out a while later. Some of the men are making indecent advances on me or someone in my party, and I carry a little girl outside and throw her in our car and yell for everyone to hurry - we need to leave now! Well in the car we're all greatful we made it out of there. Safe again.