• Living in Shimba Hills was a time to recognize joy and to face pain. To discover mysteries in people`s eyes, richness in what`s simple, treasures in kid`s laughs, silence in the elders. A time to hear the testimonies of the landscapes, that just as anywhere & everyone are in the constant refreshing trauma of change,dancing between days & nights, joy & sorrow, moaning & awe, scarcity & abundance.
    the greatness of what surrounds ; the infinity within us