In the middle of the zebra crossing, where the rhythmic tapping of heels mixes with the soft hum of passing cars, lies a two-meter-long plastic herring – right on the white stripes. This very spot, where hundreds of people look across every day, is the best location for this work of art. Here the contrast is most striking, here the symbolism of tradition clashes with the modern rush, and here the fish gets the attention it deserves. In the brief moments of staying between red and green, this unusual scene invites amazement, a hidden smile, and a renewed appreciation for what we often pass by without a second thought.