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Its August Feel the suffocating heat of the sun penetrating your skin All around you an abundance of flesh is spinning Thousands of men offer up the naked bodies of baby boys to the angelic icon of San Sebastian Screams colours chants and explosions Moneygarlands Imagine no women except for me Wait yes behind us women are following with devotion all dressed up in well pressed clothes and their stocking feet Now come back here Imagine how badly I fell in love with this I desperately want to be part of it To be there I wanted to belong But I know I cant And so I try to capture it on film I go there and film it every year over and over again and again One day I will tell the story of a poor and sterile man who wants to replace San Sebastian But more summers will have to pass before our hero appears