Café Africano, Lisbon. The puppets belong to Fernando, a retired fisherman who served for four years in the navy during the Colonial Wars. He lives under a railroad bridge, now. The two puppets are the prize for a raffle he organized. He already had two names on a paper. One was mine, the other I have no idea. Fernando was outside smoking a cigarette when I took this picture, but I found the bodily and facial expression of his table mate, the Colombian Juan, to be irresistible.