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A day in Diem-Streets starts with a small talk while drinking a cup of ginger-tea or –coffee, sitting on one of the numerous little chairs that belong to one of the multiple tea women along the street. I chose one little shabby chair with ropes hanging down and I knotted the cannily ropes together to side the chair again, not adding any new material to the chair. The technical knowledge to string chairs I had received from some of the local craftsmen by having worked with them for a day.
However I decided to change the ropes of the chair’s back with the strings of a guitar. With the help of a local instrument maker the chair became a sound chair, which was a reference to the traditional Sudanese oud, an original lute. Now I was able to communicate with the local people in a new way and we performed together in Diem-Street.
“Can I buy this chair?”

“Should I pay for it or do you want a new one?”
But sometimes I met Mohammed the instrument-maker again, who helped me constructing my chair. Then we sat together and played. In those moments I lost sight of the foreign location in which I was, listening to the resonance of the jingling fingers, playing together he on his guitare and me on my tea-chair.
...at the end - before I went home - I left my chair at his place.
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