In the dimly lit gallery, Klaus Jordan's "expo" unfolds, a communist manifesto of flesh and philosophy. Nude bodies, adorned with symbols of revolution, pose provocatively amidst installations of Marxist literature. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and ink as attendees engage in open discourse and open acts, their bodies intertwining in a dance of shared ideals and shared desires. The "preciso-de-pontos" (need for points) here is not monetary but a collective craving for connection, for change, for release. -