My family and I went to see the construction of a church that my grandmother and father are financing, in a small rural village across the river from where my dad was born. We got there to find massive amounts of kids just fascinated by our digital cameras. They followed me and my sister like we were the Pied Pipers. I hope to send them copies of all the pictures I took; my guess is, not too many foreigners with cameras come their way.
The first time I suddenly - and playfully, I might add - swung the camera around to shoot them, the kids broke into a panicked run. One boy tripped and hurt himself.
Me and the kids.
They made me take about 20 pictures of them.
Jackie and the kids inside the church.
They thought if they opened their mouths, it would make me want to their picture even MORE. And they were right.
The girl in the middle is already 13! She looks so much younger.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
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