During my kidnapping, I was held prisoner in a cell that was just below this garden. Each day, through the door, my jailers threatened me with the most horrible deaths. I think there were five of them, but I never saw them. I could only hear them moving around behind the door. My only expedient to try and figure out who they were was to blend in with whatever they might be up to. I would listen to the sound of their footsteps in the corridor and would start to walk the way they did. On a cardboard box lying there in the back of my cell, I recorded the way each of my kidnappers walked. By holding it against my stomach, I contrived to get inside their gait. Although this kidnapping was a long time ago now, whenever too much agonising wells up in me, I come to this garden with my box and I place my steps in the steps of each of my kidnappers to unburden myself of everything they put me through. I made sure to put a dead bird in the box in case someone asked me what was inside.