On a bright Saturday morning, while the children, from the friendly town of Sicily, were carelessly sleeping through their first morning of summer holidays, Mr. and Mrs. Borzellieri opened the thick curtains of their nine-year-old sons’ bedroom. Within half an hour, the family of four was heading out of the house, stepping past the pearly pebbles of their front garden, and each loading their baggage onto the Mercedes Benz 600 white limousine, before taking a seat in the perfectly intact, polished leather interior of the vehicle.
  The neighbours of the Balestrate residence that got up early to enjoy a peaceful breakfast on the balcony greeted the Borzellieris, who were leaving their house to go to the airport, and wished them a great holiday. One might think that such a privileged family was going to the Maldives, but the Borzellieri twins possessed kind hearts and insisted on taking part of a community service event in Ethiopia, much to their dad’s distaste.
  Two days into the scorching hot climate of Africa, Jim and Jack Borzellieri were happily chatting to a group of Ethiopian infants, while their dad was sulking in his brittle cabin, certainly bored and disliking the fact that his wife and children were fitting in and loved by the natives. The dad wanted to enjoy the trip too, but he didn’t know how to. He asked his two sons for advice but was just told to interact, smile, and shower the Ethiopians with love to be loved back. Mr. Borzellier felt uncomfortable thinking about executing those actions as he had never encountered such poor living bodies. Instead, he decided to spend the rest of his afternoon walking around the town, and enjoying the landscape, if possible.
Mr. Borzellieri was casually trailing through inexistent paths among the vast plain of Ethiopia. He only realised that he may have gone too far out the Ethiopian land when his surrounding became deserted and that the ground wasn’t as fertile and had numerous large cracks. Fascinated by those...