I traveled to Ethiopia in July 2007. The people and culture moved me. I noticed how the men hold their culture close to their heart. On the other hand, the faces of the women and children display transparent emotions and pride. This is a homeless woman that I saw on the street. I was struck by her intense but quiet stare. She did not seem “homeless” in the American sense of the word. Her situation didn’t dictate the person she was inside. Her neck proudly displayed tribal tattoos that have covered many women from her village for thousands of years. She proudly displays them, seemingly to say, “I know who I am and where I come from.” Her eyes an unwavering focused gaze.
