15.5 in several blows / 2015
During my stay in Plüschow castle, I had a rather unexplainable experience. Everytime I would go to sit on "the throne", I would discover a fly buzzing around and then setting on the window that faced my porcelain seat. Still, the glass window was always firmly closed. I never opened it. Although I would execute at least a fly per day, every day, another one would appear in the following morning. I was confronted with a continuous generation of flies, that took the place of the ones eliminated one day before. I felt like I was facing the immortals of Xerxes. Still, I managed to survive.
The photographic documentation gathers the army of 15.5 flies decimated in the first two weeks of the carnage.
I became Grimm's "Valliant Little Tailor" ("Das tapfere Schneiderlein"), with a slight difference: I did not slay all of the flies at once (in one blow).
I was a serial killer.