To the east—where the sun first warms the earth—you’ll find Villa Palmeras cemetery. There my dead dwell and my realms reside. You should know that settling a territory is like constructing a world, but it’s the other, the buried one, that sustains it. That’s why my first foundation was The Dead: the first to plunge down and fertilize my womb; the one that gave birth to the ceiba tree that would shade its heirs; the one whose absence sparked, in stories and ghosts, the collective memory. Visit my villa crucis and see its numerous descendants. If you go on November 2nd you’ll hear the more rambunctious playing bembé.