"during the soviet times one of my relatives was working as a car mechanic right next to the Factory. He used to tell me how the employees of the Factory were actually rather well off—while crossing the control posts, they used to smuggle the sausages under their reefer jackets or skirts, or they used to throw the packets with meat over the fence so the goods would later be picked up after work and given to the relatives or realised in the market…"

"Net neatimdama teisės, represija gali sunaikinti orumą –  tarkim, apsunkindama galimybę parduoti meno kūrinį, netinkamą dekoruoti coffeeshopų puodukams. KOMBINATAS yra reportažas, o ne parodija ar panašus auksinis svogūnas."

Tas mėsos kombinatas – beveik marginalinis, periferinis (juk ne kokie Sporto rūmai ar „Žalgirio“ stadionas) sovietinio Vilniaus reliktas, tačiau tuo pat metu dūlantis beveik kiekvieno sovietmetį menančio piliečio atminties užkaboriuose.