Bare feet hit the red earth. They lift it up and form a brown cloud that travels with the winds. Little by little, the cloud lightened, until it suddenly evaporated on contact with a hard, cold bitumen. Towéde left a magical land where spirits float between the trees, for a new land that ignores myths and the paranormal. A land that claims its modernity and rationality. But Towéde is a force that nothing can sanitize. It is a fierce sweetness, a ferocious tenderness. Towéde is the meeting of two worlds. They coexist, encroach on each other, intertwine, shake, interpret each other. Yet the balance is completely unbalanced without any reason, one faces the other only to the benefit of the other.
