I am standing still and listening to a call to
prayer performed by a muezzin in a little town
of Bil'in in Palestine. Reinforced by a low quality
amplifier, his voice slides over the fences and concrete
plainness of the walls ignoring their impassioned will to divide.
His voice soon finds an alliance with the breeze, similarly reluctant to the
material constraints. Here, more then anywhere else, the aural seems capable of
withstanding physical limitations, breaking through the barriers and evading any attempt
aimed at its rigid delineation.