Memory

From a clearing, one could see, almost on the horizon,

a dark line — which then turned out to be composed of men,

women and children — that advanced, making its way through the tall grass.

‘They’re going to Arusha…’, said the driver.

‘But that’s nearly sixty miles away!’

‘It’s the nearest hospital…’.

Masai Plains, Tanzania, 1967

A memory: perhaps the first insight.