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The native indigenes porters took us to their village. They dug two holes in the ground and then they placed us, tied still to the trunks. There was a silence and suddenly a guy with a mask appeared into the scene.

I figured in my mind the calendar and I arrived to the conclusion that Carnival was further in the time, so I realized that it was a kind of wild sorcerer.

He began to scream and to issue a series of sounds dynamically strangers waving sticks where he had punctured skulls.

The ritual of wild sorcerer in nowhere

- "This doesn’t look good! – I thought scared, while my blonde girl was stunned with the ritual of wild sorcerer.


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