It's that time of the year! Fet Gede is here, and people come out. Its no holds barred! just when Regleman seems to be out the window. The space is filled with laughter and anticipation. The drums start beating, and banba begin, Ghede comes by with a word that seems almost prophetic! Could this be a joke? How can something walking around with broken glasses, and a powdered face, cigarettes, and a gallon of moonshine be taken seriously? Deep down we know there is truth to the words that are spoken even when its in.a playful manner. Gede straddles between the living and the dead, and to it may seem silly. Those who are there know this dance is no laughing matter!
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