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You will find many stone stairways in the Jaipur observatory, each leading to an observation post. Each post is a window to a world. Roaming from step to step you never feel that you're missing something. They carry you along. A place like this is not about power, politics or the camouflage of mediocrity. Subtlety rules. Magnitude, sometimes a cheap attempt at invoking the illusion of power, that is often no more than an empty bubble, is absent here.
The year is 1988. Calgary. The most advanced techniques, the best materials, aerodynamic. Intensive, scientific training - the performance, 1.09.14 seconds, 0.04 seconds behind comes number two. The only thing beyond measure is the tension - the pressure that comes from the fact that everyone is looking. Perhaps this last obstacle will be gone by 1996. Other than that nothing is left to chance, everything is under control. Superficially at least. Everyone knows the rules but ignores them nonetheless. So long as there are enough digits after the decimal point, there will always be a winner.
My name is Ramon and I had just turned eight years old when this picture was taken. Apparently it has a life of its own, a lot has been written about it. To my right is my twin brother. I remember the photographer took us to Madurodam. It was great - I felt like a lord and master. I could put my hand on the top of a cathedral and in one step I could cross the Westerschelde.
It was the first time that I was bigger than the world and I was one with everything around me.