The echoes of our drums can be heard from far away, but none have ever found us. We live in a village surrounded by mountains, mountains which closes us from the rest of the world. As far as any in the village know, none have ever sat their foot here other than our ancestors. We have tried in centuries to get just some in the rest of the world to find us, some to help us to the new world.
There is a special event every week, we all dress up and play drums, sings and dance, this has been a tradition since the start of we know. The drummers’ drums as hard as they can, the singers sings as high as their lungs can and the dancers dance wit