I wanted to do the

Up and up and up
INSTRUCTIONS: Climb a structure at least thirty feet in height.
Humanitarian Crisis participants must wave a flag reading: FREEDOM

and I thought that I could get away with climbing my office building. I mean, if you walk up seven floors of stairs, the last ones feel painfully like climbing, including the getting dizzy part. (Yeah, I know, waaay too meek, compared with the level of climbing that goes on around here...)

Since I really liked hanging a pink ribbon, it was much more exciting to hang a flag. A big pink flag. Reading FREEDOM and all. (Well, I was going to write FREEDOM on it eventually).

I started by getting the cord and the pulley and to find out and make the right knots to tie the flag to the cord. (That took several days).

I took the flag to work on a glorious morning, waited for the right moment for its hanging and ended up doing it at the worst moment with several coworkers around who gave me worried looks (worried for my mental health, I guess) but otherwise within an atmosphere of "don´t ask, don´t tell".

I was extatic when going out with my camera to document the impossibly cool pink flag proudly waving in the middle of the otherwise dull building, a song of freedom in movement, passersby stopping to marvel at it, people in the building rushing to the windows wondering why such a crowd downstairs... Well, it wasn´t like that. In fact, I had trouble finding the flag, pink and all. It looked tiny and sad, flat against the glass.

And then I noticed that just in front of me was a perfectly decent climbable structure, from which the task could have been acomplished properly. It was a direct hit: "look, this over here, on the billboard ladder could be a decent completion, and that barely visible piece of pink cloth over there, is your completion... Just fill in the blanks: f-a-i-l-u-r-e-!.