During the sunset, we have a little rest on a cemetery. I hear the sound of a piano.
It is coming from a village down below. Looking where this music is coming from,
I arrive on the terrace of a restaurant, in a sublime villa. The sky is pink, the jewels are in gold.
The air is full of jasmine and luxurious perfume. Everything seems unreal to me, as in a mirage.
The cheapest glass of wine costs the same price like 117 bags of fresh water in Dakar.
I record a bit the pianist, who seems delighted to play for someone listening, and go back
to the "yogurt pot" with Juliette.