This young boy was gliding towards the camera as if he was on roller skates. The streets were full of sounds and smoke; full-on afternoon sun and the ever-present tum-tum of drums modulated by trombones and trumpets. There were bongoceros and dope smokers dominating the ambience. Not a single incident, it was all peaceful and full of fun. It was the summer of seventy seven.
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