My City Rules limit the space, Long large grey lines of asphalt traced on the ground. These lines we call roads. Roads are there to tell us where not to move. On roads we have other lines traced on them, white. These lines are symbols; each symbol is a rule there to tell us where and how to go. Concrete and bricks are there to shape space Shaped spaces are called buildings. Buildings tell us where not to live and not to work. One building limits its inner space. Many buildings shape an outer space. This outer space is filled with words, symbols, ...rules. Strongly suggested, the messages are hard to be ignored. Suggestions on how to live and think and move and eat and drink and dress. This is a city. This is a work about a city, Port au Prince, where rules and limitations are just suggestions blown in the wind.