Where is Peter Sloterdijk? What skill, what special gift has this double agent to bet their vigilance amid the most vibrant magnetic forces of our present? Is it just a problem of gender transgression, mere distance? Too insolent and media for academic resentments, yet too Heidegger and orientalist to join the ranks of the most melancholy critical theory; too metaphysical for sophisticated deconstructivist, but too neopagan for the champions of communicative theory; too reactionary and esoteric to the leftist old, but too plebeian and stoic for aristocrats little pain ... As seen, its unique enclave seems hurtarse critical to comfortable pre boxes of contemporary philosophical board. Titular this vibrant dialogue with Carlos Oliveira "Experiments with oneself", is no longer a declaration of principles for its refusal to take cover behind an identifiable face?