I set out in search of the traces of people who were moved out of the place by the hungry dinosaur called development, and in one empty house I found a note and a sketchbook of a child who would have become a quite mat...展开ure teenage boy. The heartbeat and the smell of sweat which would have been at every corner of the village are now filled with heavy silence, noise of machine for breakdown and the sickening smell of waste. Couldn’t the village where the princess Dangle used to live withstand the Measles monster of capital and logic for development? The reality was neither as just as the fairytale, nor as beautiful as the diary