It’s 3:00pm on a tuesday afternoon at a crowded train station in Berlin. A young lady tucks her newspaper under her arm as her train pulls into the station to take her home. From the corner of her eye she sees something move in the bushes just past the end of the train platform. She gasps. It’s a dude with a ski mask over his face carrying a bag and jumping up onto the platform. He’s followed by 9 others all dressed in similar gear. The group moves without words but with an ironic speed, precision, and order not entirely unlike that of the german transit authority. In moments the entire train car is covered with paint. Where she just moments ago saw the doors and windows of a train car, she now sees her own reflection looking back at her from within three massive chrome letters… 1 U P
