Their chests paint in primitive alien war colours. They follow each other, bump into the audience, shoot distorted decibels at it while the lost audience waves.

A voice dressed in white sings its dirge; a patrol tunes the voices in a desperate choir; figures in video draw themselves on the antique walls and finally Ruzante-Sambin materialises and tells the terrible story of the war survivor: là on son stato io me (the place where I have been)..."
(by Giordano Montecchi)