Yesterday I had one of those "never going to forget" moments. I was on my way to one of our clean ups and ran into one of the women who informed me of a silent march in Vila in memory of the kid that was murdered. So this took precedent over the cleanup and I got ready for the march instead. Most of the time Cape Verdians are very chatty people and if you've ever tried to teach a class or work with a group of people, you'd know how hard to get them to be quiet long enough to explain yourself or to let someone put in their opinion. Anyways, we piled into a few cars around 5 and head up to the school where the kid's classmates carried posters saying "Manu, even though you are dead, we will never forget you" and various slogans about the dangers of violence. Everyone was dressed in white shirts and jeans and we marched in complete silence from the school, down the hill, winding in and out each road of Vila until we reached the main road, then back up the opposite side of town until we reached the school again. It was such a moving march, complete silence from every participant. When we arrived at the school, we formed a circle and Manu's teacher made a short speech. One of the classmates presented her with a photo of Manu. Afterwards people cried, this beautiful sad sound coming from the mouths of people most affected. It almost sounds like a song, crying out "pamodi, pamodi, pamoidi" (why, why, why) and "n sta tchora pa bo" (I am crying for you). Sad and depressing but at the same time an incredibly beautiful moment. The entire ride back from Vila was in silence, people reflecting on what had just happened.