This reportage is an attempt to overturn the common conception of amusement park, conceived as a public space of integration and entertainement broadly speaking. At the crack of dawn amusement park becames a place of human disintegration, where the lightness of life is replaced by the darkness of the angst, nostalgia, death, and existential nonsense; the shield of the whirling carousel is substituted by cruel and fearful realities, where the warmth and childwood time protection, with innocent and tender teaddy bears, rarefies until to glimpse monstrous and horrific figures. Only a sleeping trump and his panama: no trace of life, worrying silence, a prelude of a requiem. Merry-go-rounds colours, covered by cloth of melancholy, are dull and dying. Animals are dreadful and disquieting. Furious faces and eyes come off the background and, as a nightmare, divore the observator, floatting as horrific ghosts appearances.