Tell Me Why

Non-Arabs, and many Arabs, haven't heard about Senim'mar, but I know him, very well. I don't know whether you will find something about it in the search engines, because I invented the spelling... but you can learn a lot if you ask me, or if you have worked for "LaRosse" for six fruitless years (you must read "99francs" of Frédéric Beigbeder to guess who's LaRosse). LaRosse didn't invent the story. They just copied (again!) from a 1001 nights tale, about a talented architect in Bagdad, called Senim'mar, who built a fantastic palace for a Sultan, where he engineered secret labyrinths. He was the only one who knew about it, so after spending 6 years, working on the labyrinths day and night, prioritizing work above EVERYthing else, the Sultan thought Senim'mar was replaceable, was not "indispensable", and better throw him out, from the highest tower in the palace. After being pushed to jump, Senim'mar came back to claim his...

"Hey! You cannot just walk in!" almost screamed the nerdy look secretary from behind her archaic typewriter machine.... The sound didn't even go from one ear through the other.... it didn't even reach his ears... the scratchy snobby voice waves were reflected by the anti-secretary waves the control tower in his head generates occasionally, in such circumstances. So, he just counted the steps to Al Capon luxurious office... Al, this man with the historical smile that has always kept the guy captivated... for years and years, that smile was the answer to all the questions... the promise for the next day (or few days later)... But now, Al is away... And our guy can't wait endlessly. He reaches the luxurious fancy desk... he doesn't like it: he always thought Al could afford a more creative one... Anyway, this didn't stop him from pulling a chair and sitting there, right in front of the desk... without permission. Al's chair was facing that large Victoria...