You know what really stands out to me, buddy? These people—they don’t hate or compete. They just do. They find food, they eat, they share everything, and they all seem to love each other in this really magical, uncomplicated way. The women are in charge, and it’s weird—when one of the older women gave me a few bits of fish she’d cooked in the fire, she touched her cheek to mine and pressed my mouth to her mouth, as if to transfer her love to me. My own mother never did that. That would have been dirty kissing, but this wasn’t dirty. It was pure.
