My room is like Tibet. You start from the dark: as you open the door you might trip over a bag or two, but these are your ammunition, so don’t feel embarassed to grab them – someone has to take them to their place anyway. Following the line of the chest of drawers on the right, you soon get to the foothills of the pile of laundry placed and creased carefully on the sofa. If you want to climb through the mountains of clothes you might need a sherpa to guide you. Maybe also an oxigen tank. While you move upwards, you get company: familiar faces follow your steps, and you start to wonder if they are from movies or something and also, how can they just hang there and stare at you without blinking? When you reach the peak (and you are finally able to breathe again), you slip on a clothes-hanger, slide through a smaller bookshelf and finally arrive to the always white Valley of Dreams. The snow is so thick and soft you don’t even hurt yourself, and though it should be cold, you only sense heat. Your head feels suddenly weary, but you have to move on to reach enlightenment. So you crawl to the cold wall and pull some strings, like if you’d toll in a bellfry, but instead of a heavenly sound, you hear something like thunder. After the incredible rumbling there comes the sunshine. The whole landscape is bathing in light. Now you know you have to head East to find the Temple of Knowledge, so you turn left. You have to watch your steps though, it’s not easy to get through the Swamp of Gadgets on the floor. Everything fraigle or precious is laying there, waiting for you to lose your balance and step on one. When you finally reach the bookshelf which streches along (almost) the entire wall, you sigh in relief and fall down to a chair. Now you can start studying.