a few blocks away from the revolutionaries house, a small herb shop opened for business.
A young dark girl with multi colored pearls in her hair, takes out a small carpet and shakes dust out of it.
Inside a old woman calls for her;
"Flower? I need your help in here."
"Sure, Ma Kalunga, just a second..."
The day was warm and the gravel road outside the shop dusty.
She squinted her eyes, and looked down the road...
"The one with many faces is here..."
