A friend pointed out that in First World countries, the development is horizontal, where vast areas of land are involved in actual progress. In this nation we conveniently call ‘developing,’ where the rich belong to a small fraction of a dot, the development is downright vertical. This is our apotheosis. Our favorite past time is to build, create things that would lance the sky; things that would make us sense we’re getting closer to the heavens than we are on earth. Because down here, we are all cramped in a small space, struggling, devising ways for survival, plotting means to outwit the other. In this place of meander they refer to as the “Gates of Hell,” we’re all entities who wrangle against claustrophobia.