The Children of O checking if everyone is still hydrated enough during the annual water celebration

O.

The land is dry, dust and salt have filled my lungs and eyes. My body is weak, my will has passed.

We welcome you dear OChildren. We are so happy to have you all gathered here. Tonight we celebrate our survival in and off the dry landscape. Please dig into the landscape in front of you to remember these difficult times. Before you start eating, I would like you to join us for a collective O.

O.