Searching for a way to place myself physically between layers of history, I stand between two structures of time: what was the site of the SS and Gestapo during the Third Reich, and the Berlin Mauer to shoot I Worm from the Tomb and Back into the Womb. Through the holes in the reinforced concrete, a series of ordinary street scenes of the Berlin everyday unfolds:  getting from Point A to Point B, driving, cycling, strolling dog-walking, while people engage in a conversation behind the walls. Two groups of people and myself, unknown to each other, and only passersby to horrors the structures have plotted and heard.