Situation in the space: Brown cardboard letters sticking on the wall. In Hebraic one can read the words „past“ and „future“. In front of the wall stands a small, wooden chair, a few white strings are laying on the floor. Not far away a big box is standing and a small glass bowl filled with water.

Description of action: I am standing in front of the audience and take out from the breast pocket my passport. I start to strike with the flat of my right hand in the rhythm of the heartbeat on my left half of my breast. With the left hand I show the passport clearly to the audience. I open the passport and present my identity like at the passport check. I increase the speed of the strokes, throw the passport to the ground, increase until „the pulse” is getting wild and suddenly stops. Opening the left side of my shirt, a red mark on my skin appears, which I apply with band aid. I go straight to the audience and „shoot“ symbolically and selectively only the men. After every „shot“, which i accentuate acoustically, I scratch myself strongly along my other arm. With chalk I write the word „HONOR “on the floor and lick it up. Whilst running a few times without stopping against the wall the word “HONOR” becomes smeared visible again. I take my trousers and my shirt off. Dressed with a white underpants with blue David stars on the side I go inside of the box, turn around, arise and walk through the space until i reach the wall. I try to keep going forward and after a time of going towards the wall suddenly the box falls on the floor. I sit down on the small, wooden chair and bind the cardboard letters, that are sticking on the wall around my feet's. I stand up and go purposefully towards the public. My feet's are going in different directions, the “past” into the left and the “future” into the right. I stand in a straddle position in front of the public, trying to keep my balance, going backwards to the chair and try again to reach the audience.But all the time i end in the straddle position. I pour randomly the water in the glass bowl against the wall. Slowly I  put a pistol made from cardboard into my open mouth and start suddenly to eat it up. While chewing I gently rub down my arm with the red claw marks with a cloth and fold after a flower out of it. I tear off the band aid from my chest and stick it together with the flower on the wall, in the center where the two cardboard words were standing in the beginning and leave the room.  

Photos: videostills, PAP