ABSTRACT
On another occasion I notice a blonde woman in one of the open-air bars on the front street, directly across from the beach. It is late, at least for me, about one o’clock in the morning. It is raining. The street is as crowded as the bar inside, where the dance floor is packed with people. Before the rain stops long enough for the people who perform the fire twirling to come out, the woman makes a public display.
