Around the fire
The other night, I walked alongside the marina in Oeiras, Portugal, and went to the little mall, when I suddenly heard drums being played. Was there dancing to them? Since I used to dance West-African dance (and still love to sometimes), I became really inspired and decided to follow the sound through the streets. After a while and passing underneath the train tracks to the other side, I saw this:
It made me laugh and think of white men "discovering" natives on an island, except that these natives are mostly white Catholics.
I trotted down the stairs into Oeiras valley, where a festival and art event about a future possible Apocalypse, took place.
And got warm by the fire.