If she has ever felt anything remotely like it, it was one time in Copenhagen. She had gone there so as not to be at home when her first play was broadcast on the radio, so as not to read the reviews the following day, she had gone to visit a friend of her husband’s in Copenhagen. And because she was staying with her husband’s friend, she couldn’t flirt with men when she went out in the evenings. But one night in a bar she found herself standing next to a woman and this woman suddenly touched her arm and Ida let her touch her arm and the woman caressed her cheek and Ida let her caress her cheek. The woman kissed her and she responded, she went with the woman to an archway and let herself be touched, and she in turn touched this random woman in Copenhagen. The next day her hand was trembling, she trembled at the thought, she felt aroused at the thought. The ground was shaking beneath her, the city was shaking, the houses shook on the cobblestones, something terrible was about to happen. Disaster is looming, she can sense it, it already exists within her, it lives in her, it is just waiting to emerge in all its horror.