Bathroom, intimacy, odors, excrescences, water, cleaning, purification. We chew life in blood and samba, after many beers we run in the middle of the carnival parade, to create a bathroom by the nearest tree. Public intimacy, shared acidity. The beer yields billions, liters of piss of millions, and in this Golden Shower of barley and ammonia the city withers without a penny. The cycle of the golden liquid is a productive chain of meanings that is not reflected in the productive chain of urban infrastructure. Transform piss into gold, fertilize the city with what comes from the inside. Recreate the city from the toilet, taking what is a prisoner of the private to the public space, to a public moment. Deprivatize. In the shade of the guava tree we piss the beer of the day. Fertilize relationships.