The cardboard corridor, and their bamboo landing, and its sloping, spidery catwalks, were all bolted to a monster bulkhead at their backs. The hangar’s far bulkhead rose in the distance, a great gray wall of girder-stiffened steel—this one spread with a giant polychrome mural. A mural of men and women in berets and fatigue shirts, marching under banners, their pie-cut painted eyes as big as basketballs, fixed in midair ... their brown arms rounded and monolithic, gleaming like wax in a strange underwater glare.