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Forty days and forty nights. It rained forty days and it rained forty nights as in the Louis Armstrong song.

On March 9 I started up the 3D printer. The more days go by, the more the sound and noise of the compressor drilling into my head annoy me, just like the threat of COVID 19. Impossible not to think about it. I chain crosses and crosses that look like a military cemetery. This is not my purpose, I create and assemble modules, all identical and all different at the same time.
It is true, in the end, the artist always tells the same story, writes the same book ... I move forward while I am in quarantine: I go to number 25.