We’d planned to gather the audience in the middle of a clearing and perform with our backs to the sun, next to a copse, but there was a storm yesterday and rain is forecast for today as well. The resilient community hosting us has been shaken by the recent storms. They’ve had to rethink all their plans. We decide to take shelter in the yurt: the Mongolian herders who invented it realised that the absence of sharp edges and corners made it more resistant to gale-force winds. It’s a welcoming, sheltered yet open space: you’re inside, yet you remain in close contact with the outside world. The curtain lining the perimeter has been taken down, but fortunately, after a few bursts of rain, it stops raining; we can gaze out towards the sunset and there is no longer any danger of water getting in. Less than a month ago, nearly ten thousand people arrived here, all together, marching to demand an end to g3noc1d1o. The S4V3 G4Z4 banner still hangs before us. We feared that today’s bad weather might have dampened spirits, but instead, as the rain stops, more and more people arrive to listen, watch and imagine. Before we begin, the yurt is already packed. We are grateful to this place of past massacres which stands against the massacres of today, where human intelligence and sensitivity are trying to forge paths to peace.