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A souvenir from a hyperreal world named as SmalltownSomewhereinGreece2020. While we were traversing the levels between past, present, future, reality, fantasy and dream so as to collect the fragments we lost due to the collision, the planet was going through the era commonly known as Quarantine44.444. We confronted a patchwork of things interrelated in a very strange way: rusty mettals, red poisonous plants, fluffy bears chasing humans, growlings from wolves, goblings with greasy hands repairing cars, grotesque family stories, cops who "accidentally" killed their wives, robots with gazillion tubes dying in hospitals' toilettes, angry crowds blowing up cages, millions of angry flies trying to steal our food, the 17th november rebellion, deaths per second statistics and the displayed trident. It was impossible for us to figure out what was happening all over us, neither could we tell what we were and what was happening in our mind until we found that trident. It reminded us when witches were hunted with these things. It reminded us that we are the grand daughters of all those witches and we are here to pay you back. Woman's oppression is a political fact which creates the collectively lived experience of being considered by the dominant discourse as an object. Τhis is the reason why we are also cyborgs seeking to reinvent our collective self, transcending speciesism, race, class, gender. Proud to be beggars, proud to be poor, proud to be fat, proud to be insecure, proud to be feminine, proud to be carnivals, proud to be dirty scums, proud to be a glam sabot stuck in the gears of your fucking system. Visual Data captured by saxlamara_