It began in Kinshasa 1974, with Ali and Forman, with film of the Congo, with paddle boats on the Congo River and with funereal parades. A desiccated body wrapped in muslin and silk is driven through the streets by horse and cart. Sand whips as light refracts through the haze of the afternoon and a land of living bodies, all clambering to avoid the slow procession dragging a dead body to market. Eyes look elsewhere, desperate to catch sight of the man that stands among them, once known as Cassius Marcellus Clay.