Up close, Osama bin Laden was even more mysterious than on screen. The two interviewees had seen him only a few times, and that was only for several years in Pakistan, where he often went for treatment. Suffering from an incurable illness, he could not do without a hospital facility for a few days. The Americans had long played on this sensitive chord without ever managing to corner him. There was no point in lecturing the two men opposite him about anti-Americanism. They had proven themselves in the past. He knew very well something about their hatred for the Yankees. Nevertheless, for more than three hours, he inundated his interlocutors with his hysterical diatribe and his theory of the world. Of life on earth, in paradise, and on the treatment reserved for infidels who, through their grimacing and disloyal Judases, their adulterous sins and other perjury, will inevitably find themselves catapulted into the blast furnace of hell. It was more monstrous than what he advocated for the frivolous women of the Karakoram Mountains. However, none of the punishments he advocated were edible. His interlocutors shared, and only interrupted him to ratify. - The White House is a huge building. At this, Mullah Omar's single eye blinked. And he frowned, looking more and more like Rasputin. He became angry: - No matter how vast it may be, the White House is our primary objective. One day or another, we will reach it, with fire and blood. Like those sinners did when they bombed Baghdad. With fire and blood. Unanimously, everyone nodded in agreement. Osama bin Laden was encouraged. He continued. - If we have to start over a thousand times, we will. If we don't achieve this goal, our fight will have been in vain. The man with the black headband added. - We are also considering temporarily abandoning other fronts to devote ourselves exclusively to this ambitious project. This way, our voice will be heard throughout the world.