At the carnival at Palma de Campania the February air was bitterly cold and as the light faded in the late afternoon a biting wind came up across the slope of the volcano. On the last day of the celebration groups of dancers and performers, several hundreds of people from different districts of the town, compete with each other in showing the costumes they have laboured on for months. In that winter, young men and women shivering in the cold trooped onto the stage excited and expectant as the last stragglers from the performance before were leaving. First one group then another would emerge from the press of figures to dance to the front of the high platform they stood on while their supporters in the crowd belocheered and shouted as they recognized their friends. In the intervals, as one group left and the next prepared to come on, the guest of honor was presented, a television starlet who stepped petulantly from her limousine into the cold to wave apathetically to the crowd as the MC extolled her fame over a megaphone, before she retreated, with evident relief, surrounded by fawning men vying to catch her attention, to take refuge again in her car. She was gone long before the last troupe of performers were being ushered on. The four young women were the first of their party, hesitant as they were pushed on to the stage to stand ready and watchful. Several other figures in extravagant costume danced on to take their positions but there was a pause. There was some confusion as those waiting to go on to the stage were being redirected and others were brought from the line that stretched into the shadows beyond the steps up to the platform. The young women became anxious and uncertain whether to stay in their allotted place, so exposed to the gaze of the crowd. There was a sense of the waiting figures, the young women in their now hesitant boldness and expectancy, being at a point of fragile equilibrium in which they appeared as though spectral, both older and younger than they were, caught between what had been and would not be again and that which was to come, that which was already forming and certain … but delayed, leaving them as though in suspension, irresolute, unable to leave, or to go on. The cold wind cut to the bone, and everywhere there was busy disorder, around the stage and amongst the crowd, but here only the movement of their white dresses as they stood swaying back and forward. And one dancing. (Craigie Horsfield)