On an ordinary afternoon C made the phone call under the shadow of a flying airplane. A summer day in June greeted by dry breaths and the smell of the asphalt road. An old, deep, captivated voice picked up the phone. The sound of those seductive business people. C asked whether the job vacancy for household helper was still available. "Yes". K then started to make a self introduction quite elaborately, like a serious partner profile from a dating platform searching for a long term relationship:

Status: a successful business person in real estate.
Hobby: playing piano, watching documentaries and action films.
Loves: my son, music, and culture.

K asked where C was from and then mentioned that K had an ex partner from Thailand. "I like Asian people", K said. C was astonished by K's bluntness. "We could have an appointment on Friday afternoon at 2 o'clock in Heinemann in Bahn street", K suggested. As C imported the abovedialogue into the Chat GPT, the AI told her to exercise caution and consider safety and any potential risks before confirming the appointment.

And that was how the door got opened, from the corner of Heinemann Cafe, leading to endless corridors with rooms of piled up sundries covered by plastic sheets, broken tile, dusty surfaces, thick air, and outdated household manufacturing in the cellar. Stained sofas in 70s style, table tennis tables, never ending bouncing balls, nightmares of sewing machines, identical symmetry structures between life and above life. C sat at the roundtable and sank in the sofa, listening to tacky piano pieces played by K’s clumsy hands, while recalling the most performative moments ofher past decades. Stage light, row of judges underneath, name being mispronounced, beliefs of self-confidence.

C tried to spread her hands widely, since they were the most important part to keep warm and nimble for working on stage. She put K in the hand assistant devices proficiently and gently slipped both puffy feet into the prosthesis. It is necessary to wear the device regularly for rehabilitation and practice movement patiently, so that stiff hands can start to loosen partly, instead of maintaining the nervous metallic fist as if hiding angry secrets in the lovely palm. A transformation of turning balls to claws to hands.

Small talk flowed in the air. Shivering skin and unclear pronouns about things and people. C avoided eye contact and gave the general compliments from the simplest program setting, not even trying harder to sound more sincere. K smiled. Once a Fortune-teller looked at K`s hand and said everything would be fine. A long line crossing through the middle of the palmistry till the end of the middle finger symbolized prosperous life. K repeated this anecdote again, and C listened meekly, seeing nothing more beautiful than remembering sweet news suddenly in between constant Amnesia and blankness.

Rosy desert extended to the white front wall. K crunched their body and slept deeply as if their existence shrank into two tight fists in dreams. Good night.