Last Saturday night was story telling night,
merrily accompanied by a home grown blend of AK-47 and Purple Haze.
Stories that echoed each other,
how disputes over goats led to guerilla wars lasting for decennia when there was still a borderline with the Moors in the South of Spain,
how in today’s Nurdistan guerilla fighters -trading with the parts of a goat as their currency- come to vote with their rifle.
Stories from hundreds of years of Andalusian tradition,
four generations British migrants in Southern Africa
a recent UNO-mission,
a painting of a boat drawn in animal blood on a cave wall.
A crossroad as old as man himself.