It’s an ordinary afternoon in Suva city, with school students flooding towards the bus stand and window shopping. Car horns honk as drivers speed through the city or are stuck in traffic. Shop owners prepare to close up while market vendors call out to passers-by in a bid to sell their final goods for the day. As the sun sets, the chaotic scenes from town slowly die down. The bus stand slowly empties, the last shop closes, and the last dalo is sold. A deep orange glow encompasses the city as two young women stride to . . .
