My dreams are quite trite. Just like everybody else in the West I want “to travel”. Well, considering the difficulties entailed, the language barriers, the terrible organization typical of package holidays, the clear risk of being ripped off by an airline, to be honest, what I actually want to do is “tourism”. Everybody has their own dream and mine is to link one after another never-endingly, say, the “Passion Circuit”, “Colour Holidays” and “Pleasure a la carte” just to mention some of the
brochures from tourist agency Nouvelles Frotières.

Platform, Michel Houellebecq