And what about the Hadza in camp? They couldn’t simply pick up and move their grass houses out of the path of the fire. There was no fire department to call for help. Instead, the women and kids had a dance party. They cut boughs from the bushes around camp and used them to beat down the fire, pushing it around camp as the wind swept it along, singing and smiling and laughing the entire time. Dave and I helped and sang along, learning how to stare down destruction the Hadza way, with some hard work and a song.
