Mamadou Diop

Mindelo is the cultural capital of Cape Verde. Throughout the time generations of writers, painters, singers and intellectual people were the full expression of Cape Verdean art and way of thinking. Fragments of its inhabitants’ lives reveal the force of its history, the beauty of its creativity and, above all, the resistance against the scourge of life in Mindelo, a meeting point of various nationalities.

Very new to the neighborhood, I am intrigued by the calm that reigns there. I never see my neighbours. Except for this young girl who lives across the street from me. A young girl I can't figure out. In the day she appears before me veiled, and in the night she reveals herself completely naked. The situation begins to turn into an obsession for me, until the day I discover that appearances were so deceptive.

Mindelo is the cultural capital of Cape Verde. Throughout the time generations of writers, painters, singers and intellectual people were the full expression of Cape Verdean art and way of thinking. Fragments of its inhabitants’ lives reveal the force of its history, the beauty of its creativity and, above all, the resistance against the scourge of life in Mindelo, a meeting point of various nationalities.

Mindelo is the cultural capital of Cape Verde. Throughout the time generations of writers, painters, singers and intellectual people were the full expression of Cape Verdean art and way of thinking. Fragments of its inhabitants’ lives reveal the force of its history, the beauty of its creativity and, above all, the resistance against the scourge of life in Mindelo, a meeting point of various nationalities.

Very new to the neighborhood, I am intrigued by the calm that reigns there. I never see my neighbours. Except for this young girl who lives across the street from me. A young girl I can't figure out. In the day she appears before me veiled, and in the night she reveals herself completely naked. The situation begins to turn into an obsession for me, until the day I discover that appearances were so deceptive.

Very new to the neighborhood, I am intrigued by the calm that reigns there. I never see my neighbours. Except for this young girl who lives across the street from me. A young girl I can't figure out. In the day she appears before me veiled, and in the night she reveals herself completely naked. The situation begins to turn into an obsession for me, until the day I discover that appearances were so deceptive.