Endless places will be open to visit, places that today are closed or not available any more.

We will be able to participate to sacred gatherings held every four years in Delfi, inside the temple of Apollo at the roots of the Parnasso mountain, walking among the crowd under the sun.

We will be able to walk in the gardens of Deir el-Bahari, near the kings' valley, dedicated to he Hatshepsut queen and famous for the perfumes of its plants, irrigued by the Nile.

We will be able to see the rituals for Quetzalcoatl held on the pyramid of Chichén Itzà and walk in the twenty square chilometers of buildings of the last Maya capital.

We will be able to see the thirty monuments of the wonderful libian colony of Leptis Magna, edified by Settimo Severo in the first century AC.

We will be able to breathe the sizzling mountain air in the streets of the hidden Machu Picchu, built over the two thousand meters of altitude on the Ands and then misteriously abandoned.

We will be able to explore Angkor Vat in Cambogia, a gigantic complex with seventy-two religious buildings where the primitve induism was blended with the buddism in a surprising sincretism whose ruins today cannot even be visited not do destroy them.

And then we will fluctuate in the primordial ocean, walk on the ancient supercontinent, Pangea, before its breaking into the continents we know today, be present when the indians sold Manhattan.