12.10.2012. The Polish National Radio Symphony Orchestra's season opening concert. The day started as usual - wake up, breakfast, dog's breakfast, coffee. Then, a walk to the shop, in search of a bell pepper that lies on a shelf in front of me, but I can't see it. People around me seem blurry. Everything goes black. When I regain consciousness I find mysels in a dark tunnel. Penderecki walkes past me, suddenly stops and stares at a small hall in the wall, he puts a finger in it and says: 'well, here's where they keep the bedbugs!' and dissapears behind the curtain.