“The juxtaposition between the alienated and the marginal creates a unique tempo which needs to be discovered.” She is a young film director trying to be a part of the Egyptian art scene. He is an expert film director, experienced in securing funds and making films. That’s why he can’t be her gate to the independent art world. She comes to the cafeteria where he used to sit, daily, to write his films and thoughts. The bargaining begins with clichéd matters (funding, sex and art) but everything goes beyond the cliché. Two doped-up garbage men arrive after a long journey, like astronauts exploring an alien planet. A big, poetic, and vulgar fight between the garbage men and the security men suddenly takes place, the clichéd dialogue is stopped, and the artists are muted. The participants in the fight turning into a single team, clapping in a dancing march, and the artists turn into porn stars, playing with art toys and using human rights books as sex toys. And I am there with the two artists—the porn stars—giving instructions to professionalize their performance in our Egyptian porn film.