The touch of a hand is one of the most unique actions for me. It is welcoming, frightening, moist, lustful, sexy, brutal, opulent, light, gentle, elegant… and always giving you choices: open the door firmly and walk through it or stay behind it. Touch here is inevitable, but sometimes not emphasized. Ringing the door handle with the hand, fingers, palm is the interpretation of the memory of the place by the gestures of those participating in this action. It is a brief moment between the body and everything around.