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The city is invisible.

So many things you can't see, little universes playing out behind closed doors and darkened windows and straight faces. What's he doing in there?

The facade adertises printing services by Marin but we know better. Inside are a hundred comrades swathed in pink leopard print and plastic vines made more pink and more golden by the late afternoon sun. Wearing black circular eye glasses, bouncing, bouncing and bouncing to Rumba beats in bright neon light. Are we in Joburg or Kinshasa? Does it matter? Not tonight it doesn't.

Givan Lötz ushered in the night and Les Fantastique Guys made sure it stayed that way.

The city wasn't invisible that night.