I installed a memorial place. I chose white flowers from the market in the
Belleville area. I bought two cabbages and spray painted them black.
Lit the memorial candle, and put flowers in vases made of cut off water bottles.
On the wall, I wrote a poem with a pencil. I saved a space between each line.
The poem tells a tragic story involving to young men, but the story is just
a metaphor for cycles. The cycles of nature and the cycles of evil.
I asked a Frenchman to translate the poem. our common language was poor English.
I tried to explain every word and my meaning with every sentence.
He tried to understand my intentions as he tried to explain the design of
the French language.
