As in most of the so-called third world, there are lots of kids (about 45% of the population, compared with some 20% in the industrialized countries. By adolescence, almost all could speak English, and the kids asked if the chief of my village (Toronto) had approved my visiting theirs! Moreover, the high school students on the commuter bus I arrived on had announced my presence in the Fallalili even before I made the 20 minute walk to my quarters! Anonymity and solitude were simply not part of the social vocabulary! And the kids insisted that I meet their father, Tula....