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Festival International de Hiphop et de Cultures Urbaines Dakar Senegal
5 édition 18 - 27 Juin 2010
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as a blond in guatemala

And on the bus ride out of the business capitol to the government capitol my stomach is tightening, my body alive, erect, pushing from every pour as if it is trying to reach out to this intangible reality outside of myself. This, something to experience on the first bus to Xela from Guatemala city. Everything is the same because we are all humans love, life, water, shelter, food, anger, hope.

But here there is no blending in for me to experience silently. My ach as I take in faster then i know what to do with. As I can only allow it to wash over me and swallow me in to be saturated, confused at peace and smiling.

In Guate the illusion of my physicality placed me as local but from the capitol city, unless I opened my mouth.(until later when English was not my regularly used tongue and I could fully own my disguise if I wanted). Here no cover.

The sun is not so strong yet and everything looks brown. Even the things brightly painted are dim in the light. Just the bright foliage stands out. It could be after my two weeks in Senegal where I saw almost no foliage except my last day when I went with Isodore to the island of his aunts home. The island was where all of the slaves were shipped from and the quarters had remnants in the space that left me like when staying in Terizine (holding camp for the jews to be shipped to Auschwitz). Their were more Hawks then I have ever seen, coasting in the strong high winds. That afternoon out of Dekar was the most beautiful, on the water after a night of dancing at a club until 5 in the morning. I only took rests from the hips swaying to watch the mens hands on the drums. Overwhelming me and those dance moves, dress and my company. It made me truly alive. I thought to all my dancing ladies and how happy they too would be.