I thought that the Americans have a insuperable self-esteem behind their attractive smiles but now I'm doubting it slightly. I bought the Maxim men's magazine (2,5 million readers in the United States) at the O'Hare International Airport and its last pages are full of advertisements of male enhancement pills that increase the length of the penis by four inches.

The Extenze pill inventor Dr. Daniel Stein says "It's even been my experience that guys that are almost too big, so big in fact that many women won't go near them with a teen foot pole still want to be larger!" This is maybe what happens with the U.S. foreign policy.

Though they say that the black men have huge tools, I my most sincere hope is that the president-elect Obama has a smaller one and he has no need to enhance the American phallus like the missile shield in the Eastern Europe. I grew up under the cold war climate of the 80s fearing the nuclear winter. I don't want my daughter to live the same icy nightmare.

Many friends have asked me what I did on Tuesday, how I celebrated Obama's triumph in Chicago. I was sitting in Pingpong - the restaurant owned by my gallerists Jacob and Henry - drinking Tsingtao and signing and numbering the edition of 100 of my Encyclopedia slide show. I show it at Golden as a three-channel installation with cardboard structures (Gerhard Richter's Atlas meets Thomas Hirschhorn constructions) and we sell it as a one-channel version, the price tag is $50.

I was watching Obama speaking in Grant Park on BBC that Henry projected on the wall in Pingpong. I felt a little bit stupid but I wasn't enough brave to adventure alone the downtown. I was trying to think that maybe you see things more clearly on TV. And maybe you see the world better in my Encyclopedia than in the streets, the supermarkets and the brothels. A picture is a worth of a thousand real things.

I'm in America and it makes me smile. Because the Americans know how to smile. Because the Americans never complain. Because the Americans work harder. Because in America everything is possible. And because tomorrow a black man and a second generation immigrant is going to be elected for the next president of the United States. Could you imagine a black immigrant president of the republic in France? Or Pakistani prime minister in the United Kingdom? Or a doner kebab chancellor in Germany? All these ideas sound like absurd jokes. Maybe for the Americans my beloved Europe is just a joke.

What I didn't like, were the interrogation at the immigration. Finally, I decided to lie, it's easier. I said that I'm here for a holiday and didn't mention that I participate in an exhibition. I think they don't want to let artists in. My friend Adel didn't get a visa for his own opening in New York. He was born in Baghdad but holds now a Finnish passport. I said to him that I understand it. We don't decorate rooms. We do dangerous art and we want to change the world.

I'm picking boletus edulis and climbing the rocks with my daughter in the forest.  It's the perfect way to recharge the energy and charge the weapons for the next battle: Chicago. I'm flying there tomorrow. It is the cradle of industrialization and the working class movement. The Haymarket affair is the origin of the May Day. Tuesday, May 4, 1886, it began as a rally in support of striking workers. An unknown person threw a bomb at police as they dispersed the public meeting. The bomb blast and ensuing gunfire resulted in the deaths of seven police officers and an unknown number of civilians.

Carrie told me that next Tuesday, the presidential election day, there's a big Obama rally in down town Chicago. We'll see how many people get killed. Actually, I refuse to be interestedin the U.S. domestic policy.The United States of America has the importance that we give them. I hate our newspapers writing more about Palin and Obama than Zapatero and Merkel. And who ever wins the elections the U.S. foreign policy stays arrogant and agressive. But maybe I'm opportunist and support next Tuesday Obama and celebrate his victory all night in his home town. But don't tell my mum!

Maybe I should concentrate now in the boring photoshopping of the 300 images for the Encyclopedia installation at Golden in Chicago, where I’m going on Sunday, but I’m too excited about the exhibition that I’m curating for Korjaamo. I curated a show called “First In, First Out, First In, First Serve” in Cuenca in 2001 and then decided that curating wasn’t for me but when Aura and Timo proposed me to do something for Korjaamo’s smaller space – same time that I have a solo show in the bigger space – I didn’t think twice.

The show will be titled Trickle-down Theory - If I Get 10 Lexus SUVs, You Might Get a Pair of Flip-flops. Trickle-down theory is a term of right-wing political rhetoric that refers to the policy of providing tax cuts or other benefits to businesses and rich individuals, in the belief that this will indirectly benefit the broad population. The term has been attributed to the Will Rogers - Cherokee cowboy, humorist, social commentator and vaudeville performer -  who said during the Great Depression that "money was all appropriated for the top in hopes that it would trickle down to the needy".

My reference in curating is Hou Hanru and Hans-Ulrich Obrist’s Cities on the Move that landed in Kiasma when I was working there as a guide. Then I thought that it was the prefect example of star curators not leaving any space to the artists. The exhibition was too full, too chaotic, too real. Now I think that all that makes it to be the best show I’ve ever seen.