I have always been attracted by the sofa seller on the street of Catania, in Sicily, where I grew up. Just like the carpet seller, the sofas and armchairs displayed on the sidewalks create a disconnection between the private purpose of the object and the public space that the merchant occupies to sell. The unlawful use of the street is something that reminds me of Marrakech or Bombay, breaking the limits between store and street, private-public. But it always gives me a sensation of pleasure, as if I am travelling without moving.