I walked onto the veranda just one story up and already there were five of them sitting in a rough circle smoking cigarettes and speaking in their guttural, beautiful language. I felt like I had been beckoned. A real secretive, underground meeting – I was someone who was called in the night, came alone, and didn’t tell anyone where I was going. For just that moment I was one of them. I could help, I could do something for them, even be directly involved.
