Coco Fusco buried herself up to her chest in Cuban soil for three hours, where she repeatedly wrote a letter, leaving copies for the audience to take.
The letter read:
My dear ones, I am writing this letter to tell you that I am alive. For many years I feared that if I told the truth you would suffer at the hands of those who buried another woman in my name. I can no longer stand not being able to tell you that I exist. Not a day has passed without my dreaming of you. Fortunately I can say that I recovered from the ordeal that resulted in my departure. I will send more news soon. With love, C.