I know this place. I’ve been here, in one of these white buildings, some hours ago. In fact, i’m living now nearby, in a very small and very simple white house. No phone, but an old TV with a remote control from the days of Elvis Presley. Flickering pictures, spanish language distorted, lonely dogs barking after midnight. So, this will be my strange home for the last part of this journey … the new record of L. Pierre is the music most played, at times this is very surreal. An island come true! The hinterland lives.