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August 7, 2008
Scenes from the Beijing Olympic opening ceremony.

A thousand drummers disappear suddenly in complete darkness, and only their red, fluorescent batons can be seen, beating up and down like a cloud of frenzied firebugs.

A thousand white blocks pops up and down in hypnotising synchrony, and in spite of their computerised precision it is clear each block is a human being, knowing precisely his place, his pace, his minutely planned function.

Among the foreign audience, enthusiastic clacks, young Chinese boys in the Olympic t-shirts, clapping their hands above their heads while the foreigners remain seated and ignore them, jaded.