— Incredible! Gold! More than anyone has ever seen! Tons of gold!
— You're the same like the others. The glitter of gold is imparing your sight.
— What is that I have to see?
— Can't you understand that, here, the gold has no value? Haven't you noticed that is used to make the most usual objects?
— What else is there? What... I can see rolls of fabric. I don't understand. What are they used for?
— Each family, since the birth of our nation, had the responsability, every year, to bring a gift to our King. Farmer or politician, merchant or soldier, prostitute or priest. Everyone was obliged to saw its veil. All the gifts were gathered and preserved in the palace's tresorery room. This is that room... Millions of people, during million years... Here, inside, is our entire nation.
— The treasure...
— The battles, the harvests, the blueprints of this construction, of an unfinished one, the meeting between two lovers, the list of all those who died after a terrible earthquake... Prayers to the Gods, food recipes, the names of the emperor's sons, Beleche-a simple shoe master's sons. The price of sweetcorn, the profphecies of gypsies, the last 20.000 years Sun eclypses, the list of the dinasties... These canvases tell our story.
