For one evening I invited everybody to an exhibition of my work in my apartment. Eventually this exhibition consisted of nothing except my usual household. The only difference though was the five security-men, watching over an orderly procedure and stating the rules I had given out beforehand. I myself was not present during that time. Although the security guards were sufficiently informed about the whole setting, they seemed to have become insecure about their role, confronted with the equally unsecure guest, who couldn´t actually decide on what was worth looking at.