I'm remembering the day I was leaving a club somewhere in Barcelona with a couple of friends, completely pissed. On the way, in the middle of a plaza, I saw a Doris Salcedo installation. It was not like the one that is on Tate main hall right now, it was just one of his usual ones: a distorted piece of furniture. I was delightful after seeing a work of the Colombian artist at that time, at that place. I shouted to my friends: look!!! How amazing! They just didn't get it. Maybe they were too drunk. Maybe a Doris Salcedo at a plaza doesn't make sense to everybody.