He's absent-mindedly walking the streets, observing backpackers, going back and forth over the same old things. That's in Melbourne, his home for the last two years. "Waiting for Kirsten" plays in his native Gothenburg. Again at night, again because of a girl, again no luck. So while he's waiting he muses about what the country has turned into - where a decent guy like his friend Emanuel can't get proper healthcare anymore. He promises to take him back to Santiago, Chile, where he may breathe the fresh air of the Andes, and taste the full-bodied red wine. If only he gets better. There's much yearning in his voice.