There is no record of their entry. They do not appear in the minutes, nor in the running order, nor in the fiestas committee's lists, and no member of the jury remembers seeing them go on. And yet there are twelve photographs of them. Eleven are the last in the holdings: all from the third night, all in colour and all out of register. The twelfth is dated two days earlier, in black and white, among the official portraits of the first round, and there is no record of what it is doing there. There is no record of how the surviving recording reached the archive.
Fifteen seconds from a single photograph in the holdings, unedited. They walk out of frame one by one and each place is left empty; for the last three and a half seconds there is nobody in it and the recording goes on playing just as loud. It is the last piece in the later holdings.