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I am caught myself in the trap of this building megalomania and I think of these slaves building pyramids in the image of these myriads of workers, worthy and magnificent in their impeccable uniforms. They are everywhere and are part of the draped landscape of the violence of indifference. Tomorrow I will go back to go further and everything will have already changed in this Manhattan of a thousand and one nights and I still wonder what is this alchemy that transforms in this desert the thousand-year-old riches of a black gold in this totalitarian will to build in a century the pantheons …