The “Modern City” Foundation is afraid of “Echelon” On one screen, an endless chain of trucks loaded with huge bales breaks through the bloody dawn, on the opposite screen, cars with the same cargo rush through a snowstorm. In the next room there is a video projection on the floor: right under your feet, the hatch of the plane opens, and down, onto the green sea of forests, fields and vegetable gardens striped by roads, a familiar bale flies, shrinking before your eyes.