by Marco Valoti Sisi ya, Yuwa sisi ya, Asa korama, Nana sisi wow, Yi yi yi, Eeehhhhhhhh… These poetic words resonate like a whisper from a forgotten world, echoing the soulful presence of a people fading into obscurity. Returning from my journey, I was struck by a strange realization — everything in our modern civilization felt mediocre, hollow even. The news, journalism, art, and countless other aspects of life seemed like a vast container of immaterial things, decomposing the spirit rather than nourishing it. I slept through the deafening hum of the engine, lying on a hard pallet with a broken back. Yet nothing could rob me of the joy…