Script: Odilius Vlak / Camera: Eddaviel

Braking News: Riots at Haiti and Dominican Republic's border.

Wide Shot/Front Angle

  The camera follows the reporter elbowing her way through the crowd gathered before the Elias Piña's gateway, on the Dominican south frontier. A hellish flock of outraged voices shell her ears; the Dominicans throw tiny wooden crosses sucked in holy water toward the Haitian side. But the newly constructed wall is high enough to challenge the arm of the very Pedro Martinez. 

  The reporter chase away with the microphone the first line of the "fatherland's defenders" and reach an open area at the foot of the wall. The mixture of black granite and titanium of its cyclopean door, belongs to a pre-diluvian world. It gives her a shiver; she swears is MorannonMordor's Black Gate. But anyway, she composes herself and go ahead to cover the news. 

  She ignores the warnings of the soldiers about not to get close to the group of sorcerers who, since the night before, took the gate by assault. 

  "An warm abrahadabra to all the faithful weirdheads plugged in our Matrix; here you know, Galactic Anaísa babies, as usual fearless of being the straw in the hurricane's eye. Today landing my magic broom on a borderline conflict due to the motive you already imagine. Everyone expected problems from the very moment president Luis Abinader announced the construction of the wall — diplomatic problems: not of this kind…"

  She steps aside motioning to the camera. Now the scene is focuses in an Extreme Wide Shot. 

  A grotesque map of the island lies before the gate —"Is made out of children's skin!," accuse a choir of voices—; the East [the Dominican part] points to that side of the border. On the West [the Haitian part] a pack of papa bocos, high priests of Haitian voodoo, gesture arcane geometrical figures with their magic staffs. Their liturgical canticles call upon the orisha Ogun —they want war! Their feet push the map's borderline [a rope sucked in blood] more and more into the east side. The border provinces have been already erased. 

  A rapid sequence of Full, Cowboy and Extreme close up shots of the sorcerers: all of them are over six feet high; shining red, yellow and green stand up on their robes, sandals and caps; collars of tiny seashells and bones; the huge pachuchés they smoke give out a nigromantic pestilence that keep the Dominican masses at a distance. 

  The Petró Drums start pounding. The papa bocos get apart forming a hall at the end of which, just over the extreme south of the map, corresponding to the department of Grand'Anse, a black goat appears standing on two legs. It wears a military green jacket. 

  Zoom in to a Full Shot of the creature. Over a million people are watching the broadcasting in YouTube. From their houses they're just incredulous. The ones witnessing the protest are overpowered by dread —The shit is already a ritual.

  The goat walks toward the Dominican side of the map guided by the leading high priest; the imposing figure holds a book in his left hand. He stops just over the point of the map: the province of Higüey. The animal steps toward the real Dominican territory.

  CUT TO:

  Full Shot/Front Angle of Galatic Anaísa.

  “He calls himself Papa Yoyó. He arrived last night from the Citadelle followed by hundreds of wizards in order to protest against the building, in a Guinness record time, of the wall; he threatens to extinguish it —with brujería my sweets weirdheads. It sounds wonderful! But there's more of this voodoo gossip: he swore it before Henry Christopher's grave, former emperor of Haiti… Now read this title."

  Another Zoom in takes the look of the streaming’s spectators beyond the reporter, right into the background  dominated by Papa Yoyó and the goat. Extreme close up shot of the cover. 

  The title: "The day of everyone." Author: Juan Carlos Mieses.  

  Galatic Anaísa breaks into the scene pushing back the camera to a Full Shot. Several soldiers try to stop her but instead shrug their shoulders. Her microphone touches the messiah's pachuché. The question is a direct punch:

  "So, from your point of view the wall, the elimination of smuggling and the taxation of everything that cross the border, will also affect the voodoo magic industry and its items?"

 Extreme close up shot of Papa Yoyó's face. The typical features of a prophet of Baal!

"The luases of both countries have nothing to do with wall… Because the voodoo was condemned by the white man and his God, it was obliged for five hundred years to operate underground. But they cheated us: the wall was blessed with a secret Catholic mass to prevent the products of Haitian voodoo being smuggling anymore to the Dominican side, that include: zombies to work in the agriculture and building industries, wangás, magic powder… But look."

  The camera follows the direction of the abnormal long arm. It points to the goat.

  Anaísa Galáctica:

  "Very cute the goat with that paramilitary outfit, but what candle it got in this burial?"

  "Hahahahahaha!!! But if it's not a goat. it's a HUMAN: a Haitian. That's the way in which we're smuggling them to DR: in animal form." 

  "WHAT…!?"

  Papa Yoyó pats the goat's head and the creature [ok, the HUMAN] starts running into Dominican territory. It causes a chaos of yelling, cursing and "GOD rebuke the devil!," among the crowd that open to it the way while crossing themselves. The goat laughs out loud, just as a HUMAN that get away with it.  

 The camera rustles up a Wide shot; it tries to follow the goat already lost in the dust cloud stirred up by the stampede. But Anaísa stops it and again we have her framed in a Full Shot; her microphone in Papa Yoyó's nose. 

  "Then a human ehhhh…? And what about that book, its author is a Dominican, isn't it?"

  "Yes. He foretold in the plot of this novel the real reason by which we have gathered here today: something deeper than to protest against the wall and the checking of voodoo magic by the Catholic Church. That's why I baptized myself as Papa Yoyó…" 

  "The main character of the novel?"

  "Yes."

  "And what's his mission in the plot that you want to turn into reality?"

  "Hahahahahaaha…!!! If you want to know it, then read. Bring Jean Assotó."

  Zoom out to a Wide Shot of the sorcerers surrounding Papa Yoyó. They give him the Jean Assotó drum. And then start the beating; start the dance; start the frenzy… Start the ritual of the wall vanishing. 

  Far away, coming from the Haitian side of the border, an earthquake of steps is getting close; it sounds like a whole country in exodus.