The tip of the sword was pointing at my throat and I slowly bent down onto the floor, his one arm around my waist. I screamed of fear and he laughed with an evil dark smile behind the white mask. The music was still loud and dancing was in a perfect harmony with acting, chatting and waving to the people outside, many turning around to see what was going on. Some waved back and smiled. Some stared. Some turned the other way our ran away.
A lot of surfers had made white masks which covered their faces. Some were dressed as superheroes, one was Darth Vader and another one even Death. Photos will appear in a while.