The streets were crowded, for which it was difficult to walk. However, we all felt happy close to each other. In August, the weather still hot for which cold beer, for a wine drinker, was more than welcome. Holding my beer, I walked through small alleys following something, something that was calling me, and without consciously realizing it, my instincts were following the music.
The music around us woke up my senses bringing me back to the tribal origins of my humanity. I felt bewitched, I suddenly couldn’t hear the person next to me, neither the laughter of the crowd, I could only feel my body vibrating to the pulse of the drums, as if the ancestor of thousand years before me, before us, were waking up to take their immutable place in our lives at that very moment.
I could swear there were Gods around us tying us all together with invisible ribbons to remind us that no matter where we are from, we are all one, the same, united by the same ancestors, the same beginning, and the same spirits.