NEPAL, FEB - APR 2018
There are places where kids should be allowed to complain. And cry.
Makaising is one of them. A small village hidden in the hills that surround the city of Gorkha, about 100kms from the nepalese capital of Kathmandu, Makaising hosts the Chepang, an indigenous tribe considered among the poorest and most marginalised of Nepal. Isolated from the rest of the village, Chepang people live in sheds made of tree branches and metal sheets in very worrying health conditions.
When arrived there to spend three months with them, I was sure to be mentally prepared to what I would have found. Truth is, I wasn’t.
I was used to a world where people have everything but still complain ‘cause they want more, depressed in an endless research of an unreachable happiness. And there I was, landed in a place where food is very limited, water shortage is normality, everyone suffers of skin disease due to lack of hygiene, but I’ve never heard a kid cry. Instead, I’ve been overwhelmed by their smiles.
They did have hunger. Hunger for love. I got to know their names, became one of them, learned to see reality with their eyes. So much simple, basic and yet, happy.
Three months passed by, and I left with tears in my eyes conscious that I learned more than what I taught, received way more than what I gave.