The water reflects a gigantic building. One could take it for a part of an overgrown housing estate in an impoverished district. A wall separates the building from a strip of greenery – a miserable area of wilderness in the middle (or perhaps on the outskirts – we don't know yet) of town. On the wall, someone sprayed the word SPACE. There we become the invisible onlookers of an intimate, though shouted, conversation. A young woman is talking through the moat, wall, and barbed wire with her love, an inmate inside the huge prison complex not far from central Amsterdam. She is with her daughter.