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FREAKING THE FREAKS - A Public Balaclava Confrontation
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It was hot under my balaclava in this venue and
I could hardly see a thing as my goggles misted up.
It was all I could do to get to a chair without 
bumping into someone or something.
I knew I must have passed the cashier somewhere along the foggy 
way but I wasn't asked for admission money.
My disguise must have made me look like one of the many performers.

Very sssllllowly (and aint that just oh so cool :) I made
my way to the security of a chair right at the front of the stage.
I sat there and watched. Entirely still.

After about an hour I turned 90 degrees to observe the scenesters.
I moved so slowly that even somebody watching me 
could not have noticed the transition over the next 40 minutes.
(Quite meditative actually - try it sometime!)

I could watch people through the condensation of my lenses 
certain that they could not see me inside (at that distance).
I suspected that some of the intimidators were now the intimidated.
One of them came up closer to inspect.
When I refused to reply to queries he understood and spoke no further.
Instead he just looked me in the eye... and smiled.

A girl I was previously very suspicious about also came up close.

I moved my eyeballs to meet hers. Contact.
As she moved her head, I moved mine. Communication.
Much more personal and satisfying than the drunken
"So how's it goin!" you normally get at pubs.

Still, nobody had any idea who I was.
Some of these otherwise street-wise freaks could not 
take the suspense after a couple of hours and physically attempted
to unmask me.

I guess it was their inhuman parading that I was parodying all along
so the outcome was quite beautiful after all.

PS International Masked Protest 23rd November 1998. 
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Zlatko
for the Undesirable Propagation Unit.