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(The artists are always already there)
Civitella, Italiy. When visiting this little town that was frequently
harrassed by a numder of artists and students of fine arts,
one morning I found the fragments of a chair in front of the
house I lived. The chair had been destroyed by some young
Italians who were angry about the visitors.
The following day, I arranged the broken chair together with
a similar unbroken chair on the local market place, adding
the title (see above) and a note explaining what had happened
to the chair.
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