Tarzan

Prague, 12 February 1976

I sprinkled a black trail of coal dust on the floor of a fairly large basement room, near the entrance. I ran round the room in the dark, without anyone watching me. I ran until slipped on the black strip of fresh glue and fell. I remained lying on the ground - the floor was warm. After a while I began to feel sleepy. I was falling asleep when spectators arrived with torches and flash cameras they entered the room, ignoring the black strip closing off the entrance. They pestered me for so long that they forced me to leave.