When I first landed on Sunday night, I wasn’t certain that I was actually on the African soil. But that was only the beginning…

Back to childhood. Photo by Charlie George.

Crossing over lands is interesting, crossing over to a new land is confusing. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t have any landmarks to guide me in this new country. I didn’t recognise any of the smells and I couldn’t tell what the wind was actually bringing to my nose. It was just as if I was a newborn again, who had to learn everything.

When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I saw a monkey and then a baboon in front of my room, just as I am used to seeing cats and crows in my own city back home.

I saw a lot of motorbikes, a lot of goats and a lot of camels. However, what I saw the most were the smiles on every face on our way.

There were absolutely no fences between the kids we met and ourselves. They welcomed us, as if we had been friends for a long time.

What I will always remember about this day is: sharing, smiling, singing and playing.

So, of course, you cannot expect that someone will bring you the key to your happiness. But meeting people from different lands and cultures may help you, somehow, to find yourself.

Charlie George and kids from Isiolo. Photo by Elise Rousteau.
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