«Every massive haffi come along, guh fi yuh sun tan inna di summer sun», booms out of the loudspeakers, until the membranes turn over and the bass makes the windows vibrate. We are on our way in a fully manned taxi uptown toward Halfway Tree. With four others I share the very back tier, air blows through the window and cools the beads of sweat on my forehead. Outside it’s raining buckets, pedestrians jump over the puddles at street corners and search for cover at the next shelter. The driver forces the gas pedal and turns the volume up. The old lady in front of me seems not to care. She nods her head slightly to the rhythm of the newest dancehall beats, meanwhile the boys in the first tier sing out loud the lyrics. JAMAICA MI SEH!