Everywhere, the world is closing in by building walls. Martin Harriague knows something about it, he has spent 5 years in Israel and observes this propensity, which is now beginning to lead to the “American dream”. By staging the obsession of a baroque and thunderous president, Harriague returns here to one of the themes addressed in America, a piece he created for the Leipzig Ballett in march 2019. But it is useless to isolate oneself, physically or symbolically, behind a rampart: Martin Harriague’s wall is moving, tottering, fragile; the wall is a pediment, a shelter, a play area; the wall exalts the thirst for freedom.