After the performative smashing with a hammer, I repaired the buoys using an old technique. I sewed them with sheep's wool, just as valuable porcelain dishes in Iceland used to be put together for further use, sewn and boiled in milk without cream to seal up the cracks and holes. I am therefore offering it again for further use on the sea. In this idiocy, I wonder whether such a kind of return is possible and whether we learn from such repetitions.