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The Day of the Dead in
Praia. The struggle for
liberation is not so far
behind, many families
have lost a son or a brother
in the battle against the
Portuguese. The wives and
sisters come to pray at the
tombs; the ever-present sea
breeze puffs out their skirt,
brings bird’s cries and the
sound of breaking waves in
gusts, like memory brings the
names and images, in gusts.
A moment later, at another
tomb, a girl faints from the
pain just a yard away -and I
lower my camera. Clearly I’m
no real photographer.