We are in the priest’s house. He offers us sherry that glows like gold. 
The sherry is good. The priest wants to show us his collection of illuminated manuscripts. He has a smile that is so friendly that it’s almost sad. He takes us up to the manuscript room. In a cupboard is a manuscript with the sea on it. The sea moves. It is wonderful but all the other manuscripts are disappointing. They look like cheap magic eye pictures and we feel sorry for the priest. A bird the size of a peacock but black and with a giant toucan beak walks around the room very quietly. I am staring into an old box of matches, the name of the brand is Günderrode. I light one, it burns.