Suddenly, we find ourselves in a surprising scenery: luminously white sandbanks to all sides, weatherworn little trees writhing underneath big open skies. In a tree, a baboon, and when we open the water bottle for a sip, it urinates shamelessly. The baboon prefers the ground to the treetops, you say. Me too. When the sun and the moon shift place, the moon crowns the baboon’s head. The baboon turns triumphantly and shows us its ass. The Moon God moons.
EN 
MK