Zamir Shatz

In Kenya, we crossed dry riverbeds where blood once flowed, and deserts that were once savannas teeming with life. The boy, Baraka (blessing), walked out front and insisted on carrying my bag. The adults, Amani (peace) and Jabari (brave), who hunted a wild boar along the way with a skill that seemed to me like a miracle, treated Baraka with respect and let him lead without a word. When I grew tired, the woman, Amani (peace), held my hand