Maybe in a dream or in another life

Surrounded by the sounds of metal on metal, we find peace in seeing the old anew. Scraps of old cars whisper softly of the things they can become – life after life.

From the first week.

Walking in the streets of Dakar, with a new group of people, even down streets I have never seen or experienced. I can’t help but feel a dull sense of déjà vu – I do not know these people, these streets, and yet the sounds I hear place me firmly within the familiar.

I see the city anew, and I have always known it.