One morning, I was walking in a small Jungle village in the countryside of Suriname. It was a very foggy and quite morning, all the streets were empty. When I was about to pass one house, I saw a boy playing in the garden. First I thought that he was dancing, but I understood that he had a kite and tried to fly it. With the fog and colorful fallen leaves, it seemed like a kind of a ritual to me. Such a mystic moment.