A glimpse of madness on the street corner. A circle of artificial turf where an acrobat and a dancer take the space by inviting the passersby to stop and take a deep breath of fresh air. A small cosy area that recalls nature's serenity, where we can freely loose track of the rest of the flock. This meadow full of imagery then becomes a battlefield as well as a playground. A space in time between dog and wolf, between childhood and adulthood, between creative and destructive impulses, between dance and circus. A story to drink standing up while lying on the grass.