In Tel Aviv, two figures just looked at the audience without moving from their positions, stared at them, confronted them with their own agressive attitude, their own staring. One of them was kept in balance in the air by five rocks on the ground. The rest of the space was covered with sand and markings of land mines and broken glass. The sound, a recording from Kairo train-station with voices screaming in arabic, was very loud. The building were the piece took place was once a kindergarden; it was flanked on either side by a synagoge and through the back windows one saw a grave yard.