The diary entry reads (in German): "Snow was falling and it was the coldest winter I had ever experienced. Anyway, I was defrosting in that bar, I truly don't know which one, I have seen to many, alone with me and my party mood which let me sweat blood. My views drowned in Coke, the ice cubes diluted my wish to warm up at a burning Europe-center(?). You can't flush things away so easily, if you drink no alcohol like I do... It starts to pull inside me, from behind, like a mighty magnet. As soon as I can hear the first tune, I startle and turn around in an instant. This quartette starts to play. Nobody cares about it. How small the world is, and how predetermined the paths we're not allowed to leave... Because I shrink to the size of a praline, I let the boys give me their phone number and abscond, out in the snow wind. I can barely recognize the moon, hopefully I'll make it another year..."