The pine trees behind the dunes sway gently in the Mediterranean breeze. In the cheerful atmosphere of summer, a melancholy woman muses about the tragedy of her existence.
While in a feverish dream you become acquainted with strange dolls and dancing colors, the memories of the orderly Dutch landscape put you back on the ground. Bam! a boxing glove slams hard against the jaw of a stranger; let's get out of here for a bit before things get out of hand. Having recovered from the shock and with a sparkling glass of water, the tension ebbs away again. A Moroccan gentleman calmly and proudly shows his audience a work of art – or is it a commodity? – after all, the waves of the harbor are not far away.