(11/15/22)
Have lost myself in the building; it's up down and mirrored; but it's not about me - right, right. I go, and I go through the door and so on and then there is this senior; senhor; elderly guy smelling like a cigarette, but him looking comod, a bit smirky; I guess I can like him is what I have been thinking. As I remember from the Fred Firestone guy I behave here the same and I try to find a space that is as far as possible away from anything; but end up in a circle. When we all seated like little sheep he says something that I don't get and then he starts directly with the bullying (which is, notably, language independent). I assume it makes sense to stick myself around him as I see him rolling cigarettes, smoking inside, aware, that all this sounds like I should finally reflect the quitting. (from German)