Ending up somehow stranded in New Zealand, I took a hitchhike across the islands. Apart from the all very lovely people and the amazing natural beauties of the island, there was one thing in particular that struck me: the eery emptiness of the streets. It seemed as if something threatening was in the air, something that kept people from going outside, sitting in their gardens, letting the kids play there. I was struck when I was walking down the streets of the housing districts and not seing one person – and even when I met somebody, it seemed as if he or she was also stranded, somehow just doing what had to be done for one reason or the other. I imagined a world of encapsulated people, apathetically watching TV in their wooden houses at the end of the world, that once held promises for a better future for many.