In the hot afternoon everyone approached the trunk of the palm tree. After being cut (yesterday?) it was resting on an older stump. At an angle and showing an orifice on the top. From this orifice a clear liquid kept emerging. A Nun was holding a plastic straw and pretended to suck the drink as soon as the one in charge (a shaman?) would invite her to do so. Children pullulated like ants around the trunk of the palm tree.
English translation by Raymont L. Bianchi