I lie down in a mini dumper.
I’m being driven around the medieval village of Saint-Cirq-Lapopie.
I’m covered in garbage bags and bars of sunlight soap.
I hold a donation box in my hand.
Using a megaphone, I call out:
“Wash your dirty money here,
Lavez votre argent sale ici,
Waschen Sie Ihr Schwarzgeld hier.”
I repeat this action for an undetermined period of time.