we happily leave pieces of self as crumbs on a long journey of research, relationships, intelligences, places and experiences. Casamatta found an incomplete map through an unusual encounter in the middle of the Mediterranean sea. From there, soon, very soon, it has started moving, going, carrying and searching, arriving through crossings at the cloisters of Macao where one can play at the future with companions of imaginary. Windows. Doors. Dimensions. From which on can see international routes, cooperative ecosystems, crates filled with tools for disobeying the tyranny of money. It is a steady stride. Light. A swirling backwards and forward between possible and impossible. It is an us under construction.