The captives were trafficked at night. The sun is setting into the water. The ship sets out over the kalunga and then those who didn’t “cross the kalunga” during the voyage arrive at a new shore. In a new place where now, on the east coast of Brazil, the sun rises out of the water, travels across the sky and sets in the land. How will you find your bearings, re-locate yourself in this disordered and backward, reversed place?