Don't be guiri!
Kuala Lumpur, capital of Malaysia.
We have taken so many planes that we have started to think and talk nonsense. As if we were Captain Spock, we feel like asking our base to be teleported to our next destination. Or even better, what if the telephone boxes turned into a travelling machine? You would only have to dial the postcode of the place where you want to go and you will turn up instantly there. In order to come back home or travel to another destination, you could repeat the same procedure as many times as you wanted.
Any place in the world would be within reach of a phone call. Having breakfast in Tokyo, lunch in Rome or dinner in Sidney. If you wanted to go to the beach, you could always find the sun shinning somewhere in the world. If you like skiing, you could do it at night in the middle of the summer. You would dial the postcode of any Argentinean ski slope and put your coat on. If you like to party, you could be in an endless party jumping form one continent to the next one. Your favorite restaurants would be all over the world. You could spend the weekend anywhere in the planet, a Pacific island or a mountain cabin in Canada. You could even live there all year round. Since distance is not a problem anymore, the concept of the city would not make sense. The same would happen with cars, buses, trains, or planes. The whole planet would be a square, a single pedestrian street where all the races in the world would mix. It would be a continuum flow of people moving. Coming in and out. Arriving and leaving. Over and over; again and again. It makes us dizzy only to think about it.
Maybe in a couple of millenniums it will be true, but until then, we will have to be content with the low-cost companies. Yesterday we had breakfast at the border with Myanmar, lunch in Bangkok, slept in Malaysia, and this morning we flew to Cambodia. There was a direct flight from Chiang Mai to Siam Reap, but for 50€ more, we decided to go to Malaysia and have dinner in Kuala Lumpur. We are at the sushi-bar on the 33rd floor of the Traders Hotel, next to an indoor pool facing the Petronas Twin Towers, the most famous towers in the world linked by a catwalk at an incredible height. Spectacular!
Most of the architects are also artists, but some of them excel themselves. Next time you see a picture of those skyscrapers, look at them with special attention. They are not just two modern office buildings; they are two gigantic sanctuaries of 450 meters high, inspired by the typical stupas found in Southeast Asia, like the Angkor Wat temples, built a thousand years ago, and still today full of spirituality. The Petronas, instead, are full of stores and shopping malls, but it doesn’t make them less than a temple. They are futuristic temples where people gather together on Sundays and have the “communion” to the same god, the one of the Sales. A god that does not promise eternal life, but at least it accepts Visa. Which is quite a lot.
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