The Night in Concrete, Video 16:9, 15:01 min, 2017

“Huddled like rabbits” – Memories from the Residential Tower:

Through the entrance door, past the mailboxes on the left and the broken elevator. Through the first fire door, through the second. 15 meters down the dark corridor, windowless, the third skylight is broken, I walk past 6 closed doors – I am home.

My neighbors: That’s the smell of Indian food in the hallway, the toilet flushing I hear at night next to my ear, or shouting. My neighbors are invisible.

My washing machine has moved out, I heard there are public ones to use on the top floor. I took the second functioning elevator and went to the top floor. The door opened – I suddenly heard silence, which forced me to go back down. At night I dreamed of hidden rooms in the tower. Of a pool or a secret bar.

There was one visible neighbor who stood in front of my door once a week. He always knocked on the thin door. I’ve forgotten the sound of the doorbell, as it never rang.

I remember days when I didn’t leave the tower once. Then one day there was a knock on the door: “Did you hear? Someone from the 10th floor tried to kill themselves today. You know, jump? All of them were there, the police, the fire department.” – No.

Hundreds of cells above and beside me. A labyrinth below me. An organism made of steel and concrete – to hear and smell, but there’s nothing to see. A shell enclosed a space, which filled and emptied again. It’s never nothing happened. I still speculate today.