He was a mayor of a town in Mali, somewhere along a highway that started suddenly and stretched until forever.
He shook my hand and he told me that this one, she was his wife and the other one, she was his wife, too. And there was another behind who...........was his wife, too. And then the little ones came and he laughed and said that this one, she was his grandchild, and that one, she was too. And the tiny one there, well, she was, too. And then he told me that there were more, many more. And he smiled the biggest smile and stretched out his arms as far as they could reach.