A white linen bag hangs on a rope from the balustrade of a dark and massive staircase.
I sit inside the bag. I move inside the bag, so it looks bizarre. After a while I sing the polish children’s song ‘Wlazł kotek na płotek’ several times.
A red liquid is drizzling from of the bag. The bag is getting red. It smells like barszcz. The colour turns into a lighter red, which smells like cherry wodka.
I try to free myself from the bag. I’m rip and bite the bag and finally come out of the bag and stand naked in front of the public.
I giving a smile to the public and I lift my right arm very slowly. I freeze this position, put my arm back slowly and leave.