Somewhere in Laredo is a building. One huge importers warehouse that has long sat vacant, at least in the legal sense. For in the shadows behind the wall of shipping crates is a makeshift home for two furtive vagabonds.

They’ve been there three weeks, amassing newspapers and trinkets rescued from dumpsters. The collection is beginning to attract the attention of passers-by. It’s very difficult to sneak large objects into a building that isn’t yours, of course. The locals’ suspicion was first aroused when the men were seen smuggling four industrial-size washing machines through the gate in the middle of the night.

Most assume the men are compulsive hoarders. The armchair psychiatrists across the street have diagnosed the pair with no less than five mental disorders between them. And they’re wrong.

Tonight six officers are raiding the building but they will find it empty, save for the smoldering remains of the vagabonds’ toiletries and cardboard mattresses.

And a note for them:
At last, we have built it.