We’re dancing to Cumbia Villera. The Indian masks on the walls seem to be scowling over the dance floor.
Cumbia villera is the rhythm of the cartonero clopping down the street with his horse.
It’s the music of the streets. Like hip-hop, the words don’t hold anything back. They talk about life in la villa.
And here, just like there, it is the music of the poor that moves the children of the middle-class.