Something is swirling in the air here, estrogen and testosterone; shameless and bold. I found this graffiti deep in Otrobanda. You can imagine the dancehall where African style is danced, with bubbling and daggering. Boy Meets Girl. Europeans are a bit more reserved, though Nietzsche came up with a word for it: Dionysian. Dionysus was the god of ecstasy, of desire. Of the NOW. On Curaçao, slaves used to dance on Sundays when they were free. Dancing, of course, is a form of liberation. On Curaçao, they invented their own dance and music style: the Tambù. Tambù was banned until 1952. There was apparently something immoral about it. I think authorities are always afraid of the deeper soul of people, especially when it frees itself.