Sandra’s love letters – or parts of them – are now hanging on our wall. Sandra, the former tenant of this apartment, had abandoned her old PC in the corridor, apparently in the hope that it would somehow evaporate and disappear forever. I volunteered to carry it down to the street rather than have it gather dust in our corridor for all eternity. I only wondered whether she had emptied the hard disk and when I asked her, she said that there was nothing in the first place - ”only love letters.” So we removed the hard disk and dissected it and took out all those colourful plates with tiny soldering seams and transformed them into an artistic apparatus…