My name is Meto.
Here is the house where I live with my family and our animals, in a very small village in the middle of the African savanna.
This morning, I hear the noise of a motorcar coming towards us.
“Father, Father!” I say. “We’re going to have visitors!”
It is a family of tourists who have come to say hello to us!
They must have come from far, far away. They don’t speak our language.
They wear so many clothes! And they watch us all the time from behind their photographic machines.
I smile. They look funny.
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