Wolftank Systems. Stuffer. Thonegger. We are in an industrial area.
Stars are out, the mountains are clear. People are kind.
Hot face, lots of wood. Listening to bass. Thump on the snow. Bag doesn’t fit in, everyone in ski lift ignoring the smell of puke and blaming it on the cheese that someone is taking up the mountain. I don’t think so.
The police won’t let us pass and I get spooked going for a wee behind a derelict mountain house. I am sure I am being watched.
Lost in the time zone, floating on the road.
Trans Europe Express.
(Written on a drive from one location to another at night whilst filming in Italy).