We sit in the two wicker armchairs that belong to the studio and prepare to project a film on the studio wall. It had just become dark. Looking to my left, to the window, regularly spaced in the corridor that leads to the toilets, I see something: a pink sleeve, a yellow hand and a white cloth: wiping the windows, not cleaning them, reaching up just enough to wipe the bottom of the windows. What was connected to that white cloth, yellow hand and pink sleeve would have been in the part of the courtyard that was locked. Permanently bolted.
We lock the front door.
We sit down and are silent. We wait a while. We settle.
There is a knock at the door. We don’t answer it but sit silent in our seats.
Some time passes and we need to go to the toilet. We go together and Magali suggests we bring something. It is my inclination to bring the knife or rather for Magali to bring the knife and handle whatever situation should arise. She takes the projector’s VGA cable, making sure the two blue plastic ends can be freely swung and the black cord is tightly held.
[1]
The toilet is slightly separated from the studio and there is a door that opens out to the street and another that opens to the courtyard. The courtyard has two sections, one with a gate and another the one with with a bolted gate. All that is generally accessible is the walkway into the rest of the building: the previously Soviet building. Both doors are locked. We use the toilet and return to the studio.
[2]
After a while we relax and watch ‘Youth’ a film by Paolo Sorrentino.
[1] The knock at the door mentioned earlier could have happened at this point. [2] Or this point.