A random collection of something looking like books, consisting of a compact mass, kept together by normal, commercial tape, making it resemble a “home made bomb” … When Mounir Fatmi, in our days of universal insecurity, does not refrain from razor sharp dialectics, it is just because he wants to make an urgent appeal to all societies about the seriousness of the situation. To supply those explosive book parcels, attached to the waist of young persons, not with a detonator, but with a network of open possibilities, the artist in the broadest sense of the word embraces the intellectual utopias and social convictions of a whole brain trust, thus offering us a mental product resting upon the unspoken connections between the threads of an invisible net of perception. The sense of something threatening, like the sight of those young ones with their girdles of explosives, creates an era overflowing with media events, heavily loaded with a symbolic potential that can be turned to something constructive; the aim of the artist.