I feel more and more distant from the fortuitous tourist, who arrives with all the comforts, takes photos and leaves, it is not the way to know cultures for me. I can no longer conceive of visiting remote corners without living and really coexisting with its inhabitants. Sleep with them, eat with them, walk with them and try to communicate until you are welcomed almost as another member of their tribe. My uncontrollable curiosity about anthropology and ancestral tribes has led me on this occasion to go, once again alone, in search of the origin of the human being, in the remote valley of the Omo, in the lost lands of southern Ethiopia, where a few isolated tribes still retain that primitive essence that fascinates me so much. The essence of like having appeared on this planet yesterday, leading me to make an exciting journey into the past. Our past.