Quotation by Simone Schwarz-Bart

Olympe was the first to enter the circle, generously lifting her dress on each side, as if to signify that she opened her belly, her chest to the group. Round, full, she brought to mind a curly-leafed breadfruit, and as soon as she began to dance, she was the breadfruit that a pole has dropped from the tree and that starts to roll down the hill, past paths and roads, descending and ascending from a powerful impulse, to the point of making us forget that the ground beneath her feet was flat.