The scent from the narrow land wafts towards the fictitious island. Nostalgia is stronger than memory and deeper than melancholy. It is the combination of history, the testimony of the revolutionary whose hands were bludgeoned with the intention to ridicule, death in a stadium and music exiled whilst refusing to succumb to oblivion.
The guitar strings sear my fingers with blood, and I am transported back to a decade beyond my birth - witnessing a ruthless coup and screaming to notify the singer of his perilous journey. I relived history in the music that was stronger than its recollection. It was an extension of the revolution that defied the politics of power and amassed the nation to liberate the philosophy of thought.