Then I think back to a book of Jean-Paul Sartre, a small man who looks like nothing, sitting on a bench and looking at a tree, he is thinking about the world, society, existence and all of a sudden comes nausea...And I see myself, sitting in front of the television, my eyes glued to a screen broadcasting the same looped images, I think about the world, society, existence and all of a sudden, when the tower crumbles sweeping away all those lives and their families waiting for them tonight, feeling pain and tears coming, I decide to take a Gravol (in order to boost the economy).