Scheherazade tells the troubles that afflict the country, “O joyful King, is said in a sad country, where dreams of whales and mermaids, unemployment spreads. Forests burn at night, although it rains, and men and women burn with impatience to dive in the middle of winter. Sometimes, talking animals, although it is unlikely to hear anyone. In this country where nothing is as it seems, people power walking the camels back, hiding a shameful erection continues; waiting to come a time when they collect taxes, to be able to pay a witch … “. And it just dawn, Scheherazade silent.