was the feast day at Jacmel. At least part of the celebration where tourists and families are welcome. Later, that's another story. My two kodak walked all day. There is every color you can imagine. Impossible to choose one without regret two minutes later. There is joy and there is fear, the black, the dead. The collective unconscious of Haiti is the height of the movie that sucks all life on this end of island. Stories taken directly from the voodoo zombies, political figures, dads Jews. Symbolic dimensions which unfortunately I do not have access. As this child paints with his brothers, he is seated on a donkey as the father (portrayed as children) takes. I asked three Haitians to explain, nobody to give me the key. Maybe you know her?
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