I am woken by the room gradually being filled with artificial light from the daylight simulator. When it is full day I go into the kitchen. Breakfast has been laid out there in accordance with the order that I fed in the night before. A cup of tea and two sandwiches with cultivated ham. I sit down at the breakfast table and turn towards the empty, white wall that is soon filled with news from all over the world. With my gaze I navigate my way to the culture diary and check the opening times of the museums. The museum of literary history opens at 10am. That means that I have half an hour before I need to take the rail-taxi that stops outside the door…