Poem by James Strecker. He describes the primeval experience of being in touch in Africa, with fossil remains of our forefathers of millions of years ago. Then staying in the grasslands of Masai Mara... he finds himself lacking in this landscape that demands real adaptation to rich and unforgiving nature... Language ceases to be... ' While thinking... I have become my own danger...' Slowly on he grows closer to what the Masai Mara asks us to be by being open to the animals that survived for ages... and for ages to come...