To watch a movie had never been so laborious. The projection should have started more than two hours ago. It is the third or fourth time that the audience has to find new places to sit. Everyone is growing weary, a little hopeless. It is now unlikely that the screening will be over before the night buses stop circulating. But still, people endure. Sunken costs fallacy. One by one, they do their best to get comfortable in a large patch of grass, rubbing shoulders as they get closer to the ground. There is barely enough space to accommodate that many bodies. Some hesitate, suspicious that this will not be the last time that they will have to move around. The screen does not seem to be in a definitive position yet. It is made of some sort of white-painted hardboard that is difficult to hold still without proper support. Tonight, it has already been displaced three or four times, leading the procession of spectators from one site to another.

The first movement was a departure from the auditorium, a few minutes before the hour scheduled for the screening. As soon as people realized that there would not be enough space for everyone that came to watch the movie, a group volunteered to take the screen to the yard. Ever since, they have been walking across the university greens, while trying to find an appropriate location. The audience tagged along. The place had to be large enough for all of them – a record attendance, somewhere around 600.