A Little Portuguese village that stands next to the second most western point at the continent . A small charming place, with almost no trees lining the streets and tiles adoring the walls of every second house, protecting them when Nortada comes. I want to remember this village like this: colourful and, in places, mysterious; it gets cold and moldy sometimes. Before globalisation comes, I’m fingerprinting your uniqueness on pages of this zine, Ferrel, my dear donkey land!