To cope in Copenhell is finding a church. In one corner of the church is where one can light up a tea candle arranged on top of sand or around the global cast iron structure. I felt a slight breeze came in when a woman entered and sat at the edge of the bench. The three elements are present: earth, wind and fire. Water is missing. But wait, there is water. It’s coming out from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.