The second day of my travel, I went to the Circle Line Tour. It was a beautiful double deck ferry with a bar in the back that sells coffee and hot dogs.

The idea of floating on the water with several dozen of tourists, each one with a camera hanging down on the chest and chewing fat in the mouth, reminded me of Ships of Fools in Foucault’s Madness and Civilization.

During the tour, the guide was explaining the way city was built up and the history of its architectural growth. He talked about the stories of Singer building, the Woolworth building, Empire State building and Crysler building. Manhattan is the arena of corporate power, business venture, and private sponsorship.

What makes New York New York is that she was built by privatization, fed by enterprises and therefore is the center of global capitalism.

While we were in the middle of the Hudson river, the financial zone was shining its golden light under the sun of the early spring:

This is the center of the world.

This is the heart that pumps money flows.

This is the origin of the global crisis.

We live from it and we suffer from it.

The city skyline sparked every tourists’ hunting instinct. All of a sudden, the ferry was in an orchestra of camera shutters.

I wonder how many fishy things are going on inside the buildings.