SIGNS like flashes of light in the night signalled by a boat on the high seas, not for us to be saved but as an affirmation of life that goes beyond. Remaining as an unfolded sail at the mercy of wind that leads and misleads us. An opportunity to stop and give back new senses to our words, with small stones, fused and laid on the ground to find our way back home.Walking without a compass, accepting the risk of getting lost but with a North marked inside our eyes. An open journey that starts with one step, followed by another, perhaps, and then another, perhaps. The driving force of an urgency that is a necessity at this other time, immobile, constrained, carrying something that we still do not see.