The capital is increasingly suffocating. Recent sanitation measures taken by the new PDS, challenged by transporters, street vendors, and bicycle taxis, show that the capital has become completely unmanageable. We have reached a point where it is absolutely impossible to change anything, restore order, or enforce the law. A true chaos where "everyone does as they please" as the group Chagrin d'amour sang in 1981. In the 2018 film Capharnaüm, a 12-year-old street child sued his parents for bringing him into the world. Millions of children and individuals live in the same conditions throughout the city and would not have asked to be born in this indescribable hell. Drainage channels clogged with plastic bottles and all sorts of waste, including stillborn babies. Overflowing garbage bins not emptied for days. Homes without septic tanks, latrines, or sewage systems plunging neighborhoods like Andravoahangy and Andranomanalina into eternal suffering with stagnant water year-round and suffocating stench. Small vendors selling everything from firewood to popular soups, tambavy, or secondhand goods that serve little purpose. Homeless people drying their laundry on garden fences in Analakely and Ampefiloha. Gardens that have not been maintained to impress foreign visitors. The situation is virtually the same from north to south, east to west. Anarchy is the common denominator of this poor, uneducated, lawless population, impervious to any sanitation attempt. A new social class has taken control of the capital and does as it pleases. No matter what is attempted, we face an irreducible refusal to yield, to submit to rules and laws. Each day anarchy gains more ground. Announced measures remain mere intentions and disappear like mirages. Just this week, a notice banned bicycle taxis from the city, yet they are everywhere, royally ignoring this measure. It will take a major overhaul to make the capital shine again. One hardly dares imagine this is possible. The idea of a new city was not a whim at all. Nothing more can be done in the capital. It is a dying city soon to be immersed in filth, indiscipline, and insecurity. It is unfortunate the project did not succeed. The project was the solution to move the capital, failing the ability to give it a high-pressure wash. It is an inevitable step that will be realized sooner or later. Sooner rather than later, given that Antananarivo is a city of all dangers. There is no way to widen streets, build playgrounds, create green spaces, or construct sports infrastructure. Antananarivo is a city destined to disappear like Pompeii, the Italian city near Naples destroyed by Vesuvius eruption. With the difference that it is its own population destroying the capital slowly. A dead city has never meant more. Death does not necessarily mean a stopped heart; death also means gradually losing one's soul and charm. Getting the capital back on track seems like hard labor without having been sentenced to it. Sylvain Ranjalahy