The flag bearer

The XX century is over. The most important structure it left behind (perhaps for another thousand years) is an astonishing Steel Counter, even visible from the moon. Unlike the Iron Curtain (its innocent predecessor), it doesn´t really matter by which side one stands: from now there's just one. It is our duty, as inhabitant-employees of The Regime, to keep the floor shinny so on its glowing reflection the illusion of a medal looks double.

Idyllium

The most delirious dreams are the easiest to sell; it just takes a few million souls full of hunger and illusion. Everyone will give away some hope and obediently put it in the waste bin, from which the texts for a magnetic and moving speech will be extracted. The Big Mother calls out for dinner.

The Hamburg Conference

History books are never wrong, least of all those which review it. A lot has been written about the Conference of Yalta, but sadly very little about the one in Hamburg, during which the foundations of a happy new world where dug. Although trust wasn´t there in abundance, memorable moments where shared and jokes where told... That’s what clowns are in it for.

Manager General

Why would enough be enough, when EVERYTHING could be possesed? Just organize a Regime: efficiency, efficiency, efficiency. Whatever else is irrelevant.  Sharing? Stimulating? No use. Crumbs will always fall off the table, while the capital as a whole remains upon. Neither it matters that the meat gets corrupted, or…isn´t the container more important that the content?

Lebensraum, Vital Space

The instrumentation of the Regime is only possible through the triumph of the will. We should trespass the borders that separates US from what belong to US (the extension of our being), and by the way, of our body. The price is minimal: a blitzkrieg combo, to be paid by our neighbor.

KZ Ball pit

Should a Father of modern global marketing be appointed, the distinction would undoubtedly fall on Dr Joseph Goebbels's bony shoulders. His work for the insane cause was brilliant; he managed through studies and efforts to convince an entire nation that the Golden Arches of Valhalla were around the corner - or Poland. Credit should not be given, despite certain indications, to the rumors insisting that he had a called dog Pavlov. Rather, it should go to those who said that he sincerely loved his children, who played with uncle Adolf until the very last day. This deep love for The Homeland, for propaganda (his vocation) and for his six offspring was demonstrated for posterity in a last and heroic act prior to his suicide: in collusion with his wife Magda, he gave them a dark, sweet and poisoned drink that extinguished each six innocent lives.

The BIG MAChine

There’s an urban myth referring to hamburgers being made out of worms. How could such slick creatures be a part of our diet? Every explanation seems irrational: by means of a genetic experiment, for tidiness inobservance, or love for nature. However, here lies the key: everyone is a cog within a natural mechanism, concerning of course, always the same species. The machine never stops. Click here to view animation