I am a traveller.

In Ljubljana, I become one of the Guardians of Crystal C. For this, I receive a piece of The Tree of Life, fourth in series of seven.

Maybe it has to be hung somewhere.

Later, I go to Finland and back again. All the time I am looking for the proper spot for the log. Nothing seems appropriate. Not the house where I was born. Not Koelse studio in Helsinki, where the sequence of events that led me to The Tree started. There simply is a log in my backpack.

Back in Ljubljana again, in my new apartment on Slovenska Cesta, I feel sudden urge to install the log. So I hang it from the ceiling.

The log rotates for a few seconds, then assumes a position. I go to find a compass. Bearing: 20°.

I have never been to Tunis.