An expedition in April 2009 through Spain makes me discover the ghost-suburbs and others construction projects, more psychotic one from another, that this country is full of, like Gran Scala, Valdeluz, Seseña.
Those empty appartments, those scaring lawns and those useless traffic circles made me see, through desertic spanish landscapes, the spectre of an history of mankind.

(excuse me for the bad subtiltles : I'm waiting for a translator to help me : a new version will be on line soon)