Once, when I was on a boat in the middle of the sea, I happened to see junkmen. The captain warned everybody that the steamboat was approaching the South Pole: a huge jet of water suddenly sucked the boat right on this “edge of the world”. Once we entered the concave of the globe we saw a big land we named “Himmzonia”. There, we encountered an interesting race: these beings were aligned on a board and in their hands they were holding broken toys and objects they said symbolized knowledge, beauty, strength and all those things they have outside our planet  (actually, I think that it was all rubbish that had been thrown into the Ocean); on their heads they had something like plastic bags blown up by the wind and their life was organized according to an ideal socialist system.