The earth-mapped beetv becomes larger than the  écran , until only parts of facets are visible. One spins and hits us; we burst through into the  centre  of the icosahedron, where the edge of the  atmosphère  is rapidly receding before the pressure of outer  espace  (and its folk). The walls of the inner  télé  continue to rotate, until we suddenly find ourselves locked in  devant  of a  seule  edge, where mirroring views of the encroaching  sombre  can be seen.     J'ai suivi mes ennemis à travers la télévision des abeilles, pour émerger dans les airs, au-dessus de Bassorah, dans le sud de l'Irak, en l'an 1991.