For three months, on the corner of 8th avenue and 46th, I passed this display behind a cyclone fence: it was rooftops in varying heights, as if they were part of a small village. The rooftops gave the illusion that the houses were below the ground. Googling, I couldn’t find any information about them, and then they were gone. My curiosity got the better of me, as now on the same square patch of land, in the corner of the parking lot, behind the cyclone fence are two fake oil drillers operating. So I did what I should have done when I first saw the rooftops, I asked one of the guys in the parking lot, what was that installation of the rooftops? Oh, he says, it’s a great story. The guy had them there for three months. He was waiting for it to snow, so that the houses would look like they were buried. But he got tried of waiting as no snow arrived and so he removed them. The next day it snowed! Can you believe that? he said.