Welcome to where the Mediterranean Sea ends, and the heart of the near east starts to throb. A place where women must enroll into the army… But be in a Mosque or a Synagogue: women are denied access… This work is a hybrid of a squat latrine and a human [torso, legs and feet]. An object of subjectivity, a subject in object-hood... my past life femininely composed from the [unconscious] lexicon of torture, humiliation, degradation, masochism, neglect and total otherness. The Japanese text and Arab text read “Cheri Cheri”, as in the song of “Suicide”. Japan – the utmost eastern place, technological, and alien - was gaining economical and cultural power at that time. Juxtaposed with Arabic as a geographic-calligraphic ornament was tempting for me as part of a surrender to all that is beyond my comprehension and ability to contain, while the music chimed these dead-end bells of the west.