I had only been in Kenya for three days and I was excited about all the new things around me. I went from Nairobi to Maasai Mara by public transportation, and on this old bus I sat next to this Maasai woman. I spent about half an hour “talking” with her, and people asked me what we were talking about if we did not share a common language. Well, you speak with gestures and using your imagination. The fact is that she talked to me without stopping, and I listened to her with attention without understanding a single word. Only trying to get to know her name took five minutes, and I got it wrong. Some hours later I asked the bus conductor to act as interpreter between both of us. The woman said that she liked me because I looked like a cheerful person happy to be there, and I had been very educated by listening to her, so she thought I was a good person. I asked her if she liked to be photographed and she said no because she thought the flash was bad for health, like X-rays. I asked her if I could take a photo without using the flash and she agreed while laughing non-stop, shy, and asking why I wanted to take a photo of an old woman like her. I took the photo with the bus in motion.