One cool morning I woke up to a phone call. At the other side of the line Raissa mumbled: I am going down town to cover the Rasta's march to the Governor's office, do you want to come with me? Of course I did. The Gathering I picked up Raissa on a moto-taxi, and once we arrived to the meeting point, and while waiting for the opening mass to finish, I asked Raissa what was the parade exactly all about; she did not know. However, It was quickly brought to my attention that it