Pandora calls Danyel Waro

In fact, the European Union stretches to the Indian Ocean. From 1984 to 1989, la Reunion meant France to us who were living in Antananarivo. The place where I could eat petits suisses. Now la Reunion is sleeping in a little box that smells of bougainvillea and I see it as a bridge to Africa.

Last summer, Danyel Waro played in a small village, lost in the mountains of Ardêche. He brought his music from a valley to another, and opened the box. Let's do it together this time.



If I really think of it, I can say... 9 years now and I am still an immigrant in this too talkative and un-sensual civilisation.