The children started following the same movement, at first one child, and then the others one by one until it became a gigantic performance at the park. Aligned with the wind and the light, anchored in that soil. All those bodies. Moving, not talking, just looking at each other, letting the body feel and flow.

As a musician, it is a true privilege to stand on stage and watch a crowd of disparate individuals lost to the common, inclusive vitality that music offers; to observe people transcend themselves, united by that innate spiritual sameness that is buried beneath the condition of identity.

And he decided to open a temple, in the middle of one of the biggest refugee camps — 50 or 100 thousand people in these tiny, little bamboo huts.