Megarama

Hot asphalt, the smell of petrol and laughter that is more defensive than joyful - as if the letters on the street had curled up into a line and started beating out a rhythm. Here, football on a concrete field coexists with night-time clamps, bracelets and ‘collectif’ sound like a family password, and each phrase is a short blow to the armour, 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 neighbour's notebook. Bravado and fatigue go hand in hand, resulting in a strange mixture - a rough 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.