A wunderbaum dangling from his penis – wood, mops and brooms attached to his body, with the light scent of pine. The audience could only see David Frankovich through a hole in the door, as he jumped up and down, till the wunderbaum fell to the ground (so I heard). What I saw (later on) was an act of detachment from brooms, mops and wooden sticks – cutting them down and releasing himself. Making his way out off a jungle, with a machete. Off with nature and bad habits. As rubble and shit lies all around him.