I HAVE BEEN traveling for weeks around Papua New Guinea. Each time I changed my location, worries overtook my mind. I heard all kind of stories of people been killed because they have trespassed someone’s territory without permission. And here I am at the beach of the beautiful Kairiru Island with nothing but my backpack and beating heart.
Somebody was watching me. I could feel this. In the tree crown of the nearby forest, the face of a little girl glanced. She approached me and offered to help. She was ready to ask the local chief to let me stay. This was remarkable, given that the little girl didn’t know much about me. In the Polynesian Island culture each member of the tribe is equal to others. Even the small kids.
For an outsider it is difficult to believe. As soon as one is accepted, it becomes an equal member of a family. The acceptance to the tribe allowed me wander freely around the island and explore it.
In this ultra-fast world, driven by technology, please find way to express empathy to others and stay human.