The show is about to light up the square when suddenly the equipment grinds to a halt. The museum façade stays blank. Behind the scenes, you can hear the engineers tinkering around. But once the square is bathed in darkness, you gradually perceive lights which we are no longer used to seeing in our city nightscape. Then the proportions change and we are walking on the clouds in a dreamlike state, everything is topsy turvy. This is a poetic incursion behind the scenes, a tribute to the engineers who pull the strings, which makes us wonder how we could survive without electricity.