Two years ago in a freezing cold winter day I went to the East side of the Ontario lake where I officially announced the opening of the Toronto chapter of the Alytus Art Strike following a script that respects all pedantic procedures for opening ceremonies (including time for clapping). Was too cold, so no one wanted to join the ceremony. My friends waited for me in the car. But all the birds approached me in a flotilla, all the guys attentive and curious. Wind was blowing so hard that I couldn`t hear my voice so I couldn`t follow how far I had proceeded with the script and the paper kept turning into a paper ball I had to keep unfolding with my frozen fingers. Some birds seemed to be able to follow. Was epic.

I thought you would laugh seeing me there. Something to do with these birds, the frost and me never skipping a word.