"Walking into a huge vault (or several intercommunicating vaults) arranged as a hospital wing. Twenty four iron beds are arrayed in six rows at regular intervals with freshly laundered and neatly tucked in off-white sheets and khaki blankets. The impression is of an abandoned military hospital. In square holes, between the beds, steel buckets filled with fake blood are illuminated by feeble lightbulbs suspended from the ceiling. The entire space is damp. Old documents are scattered on the floor and some are about to fall from square openings in the ceiling. A sequence of single notes is struck on a far-off piano, against a background of a sound reminiscent of the noise made when scratching a microphone."