The run of luck concerning my labour has reached its peak. To make this comprehensive, I need to go back to July 14th when I got a phone call of S. (information as collected in '05 is deposited in folder S./012305/A and S./040305/B). At that time I walked the fringe of despair as there was no material for me to work on. I erred through the streets merely catching glimpses of blank faces. No subject could take in the gap left by N. It came that S. stated she needed to talk to me and we arranged to meet for lunch on the following day. We agreed on the italian restaurant we used to have our first meetings.

I have to stop now, have to continue here tomorrow.