Dressed in a pair of gloves and a black motorcycle suit, I come on stage, without music nor any projected images. My backpack contains some newspapers. I open the pages, crumple the paper up, and throw the thus-fashioned balls. I throw them around me. I take out a blue motorcycle belt, place it in the center (tribute to blue Touaregs), and move into the audience (suspicious, it seems!), asking various individuals to borrow a shoe, a sneaker, a sandal, I get six women’s shoes and one men’s shoe. I return to the stage, fill the suit with crumpled up newspapers in the legs, arms, and torso, I insert the shoes (nomadism in the making) in the global magma, where sedentariness is mixed with nomadic lifestyle.

I open up other newspapers, attach a shoe with the blue belt. I close off the suit full of shoes and newspapers, take my bookbag and leave the stage, spitting out “I send you some informations from performing action in the world.”* End of the intervention.

I leave the stage, and return the shoes after changing.

*In english in the original text.