I want to be buried in a pyramid when I'm dead! No mean little tombstone or cremation for me. I want a huge house of stone, 140 meters high made of two million stone blocks each weighing 2.5 tonnes. There was a time when they put the blocks on tree trunks and pulled them up with rope. These days, it's a lot easier. You just order a crane. And from my coffin, deep inside the pyramid, I want a shaft that leads out into the open air so the sun can shine in and my soul can find its way to heaven. Weren't the ancient Pharaohs lucky?

Sphinx stays calm
But if they could see things now they'd be turning in their cold burial chambers. The ground around the pyramids is strewn with rubbish while 15-year-olds race around on horseback, almost trampling tourists to death. The police, who ride around on their camels, are constantly quarrelling with the souvenir sellers, shouting in all directions. Only one person keeps calm, amid the chaos: the Sphinx, a lion with a human face without a nose.

Another camel has just gone charging by. They are probably the only camel police in the world. Somebody once called camels "ships of the desert" It's a good name. No other any animal has been so well equipped by nature to survive in the desert, of which there is more than enough here! Their long eyelashes and flat noses keep the sand away. Their broad hooves stop them from sinking into the sand and their big yellow teeth can grind down more or less anything - even stupid tourists who take photos of them. A camel can go for ten days without water. Horses or donkeys would have died of thirst by then. But when camels do get something to drink, they can hardly stop. They can polish off twelve pails in ten minutes! When I'm dead I want to be buried in a pyramid. Along with a camel. That's what the ancient Pharaohs did!