Met Blixa at Ritterstrasse. The original concept of his part - a hommage of our common admiration for Artaud - is getting out of hand. We go through his script once more. Forgot the metal-hand. He probably hasn’t had much sleep for a few days. “Just tell me, what do you find important about your script?” his notes are flowing over with sentences. No simulation here either. Blixa IS the one-armed prisoner. THE VISION.