For the first time in all the trips I have made around the world, my buddy and I were not warmly welcomed. Despite the respect and curiosity which I always try to transmit to the cultures scattered around the world I visit, this time we were blatantly received as intruders by the family that was supposed to welcome us. Living as a nomad in the lands of Siberia is no mean feat and we could only show our understanding. Fortunately the children always greeted us with a smile, like other families in the group settled there.
Diving in the Ural Mountains was a dream that will have to wait because the Nenets’ promises of help with breaking the ice were not fulfilled despite having paid them in advance. A very unpleasant as well as violent situation.
There are undoubtedly many worlds within this world. How to judge who should understand who?