On a small table, I placed a number of glasses of milk, a couple of jars of honey, and some stones. To the people who had gathered, I said: “We are going for a short walk around the gallery.” I told them that I had to take care of some things during this walk and asked them to volunteer and carry these glasses, jars, and stones with them. I had a jar of honey in one hand and a small speaker in the other. As we began, a noise began to emanate from the small speaker that I was carrying. A sound that would be heard when the radio is not tuned. I was looking around very carefully and I stood wherever on the street that I found suitable, took one of those objects from my companions, and made a small installation according to the characteristics of the object and the spot. Then I rested my forehead on the surface in front of me and stood diagonally for a few seconds. At that moment, the murmur of the speaker ceased, and the loud, clear voice of a man could be heard reading these lines: “The bodies, alone, pass through the dignified poplar trees and without remaining buried in the ground, they entrust their golden souls to the weeping willows that the whole sky is stunned by them.” When forehead was detached from the surface the man’s voice would turn again to that rustling and vague sounds from the speaker, and continued until the next point that I chose for the next installation.