摩托车手不适合穿西装的快乐 Al motociclista no le cabe la felicidad en el traje认领

There he sits proudly on his motorbike, encompassed in majestic red and the dazzling admiration of the others. Round and round he goes, becoming more and more beautiful and exalted. For only he can explore the jungle. And no, he won’t hand over his motorbike, not even on loan. A playful re-enactment with reversed roles that takes aim at the hubris of the colonial conquerors.