A waiting room which at first sight looks like any waiting room somewhere in the world. People are hanging around, waiting and killing time . Each of them shares this time of waiting with total strangers. An eclectic mix of pop music, political slogans, delusion of consumption, Bollywood-choreographies and telenovelas unleashes in the tradition of Bollywood. All you discover here as brand-new is already established in other parts of the world. Slogans like Ñno pasar·nì only decorate Che-Guevara-T-Shirts, their meaning got completely lost. Though all persons are in one room, they seem to exist in different places all over the world. Maybe everything is just the result of individual imagination. Here starts the paranoia. Their respective worlds clasp around them, keep them imprisoned in their anxiety state, in their mental leaps and guilty consciences. Why is nothing happening to me while everything in the world around me goes wrong ? Time accelerates or stands already still. Everybody tries desperately to stand out from the crowd, to flee from his own reality and cultural identity. We appropriate contexts, identities and images to find out that finally everybody is doing the same. Everybody knew everything right from the start, and Ö haven’t we met somewhere before ?