Barefeet hit the red earth. They lift it up and form a brown cloud that travels in the wind. Gradually, the cloud lightens, evaporating suddenly on contact with cold hard bitumen. Towdée has left a magical land where spirits float between the trees, for a new land that disregards myths and paranormal. A land that claims its modernity and rationality. But Towède is a force that nothing can sanitize. It is a fierce softness, a fierce tenderness. Towède is the meeting of two worlds. They cohabit, overlap, intertwine, intermingle, and interpret each other. Yet the balance is struck without either disappearing in favor of the other or proving the other completely right.
