" I am no donkey"

Serdar announces - much to all attendees surprise. "Stop, stand still!" he creates a second line of tangible poetry and shouts "Police!" Dust of graphite has his hands shine like ore.

The day seems to have a frosted finish and tastes of iron. Serdar's wave expands in a silvery grey all across the wall. Diwali is working with a molding cutter on a bed's metal frame, throwing out sparks. Mussab is forcing stripes of metal to curve like waves. At night, they are swashing over the floor - like after a flood.

_{Every Saturday between noon and 6 pm KUNSTASYL is working at the museum of European Cultures. Visitors welcome!}