Megarama

Hot asphalt, the smell of gasoline, and laughter that is more a defense than joy - as if the letters on the street had curled up into a line and begun to beat out a rhythm. Here, soccer on a concrete field coexists with nighttime clamps, bracelets, and “collectif” sounds like a family password, and every phrase is a short blow to the armor, so as not to fall apart from petty chaos.

There is something almost mundane and at the same time epic about it: a daily survival strategy, presented with a smile and warmth, like a recipe from a neighbor's notebook. Bravado and fatigue go hand in hand, resulting in a strange mixture - a raw energy that still manages to be honest and a little funny: live fast, move clearly, and don't forget to laugh, even when all around you is concrete and plans for survival.