Soatanana

Mystery unveils right in front of my eyes when I enter Soatanana village. A large procession, everyone wearing white and singing religious hymns, moves towards the local church. It feels like I am an unwelcomed outsider, who will ruin the solemn moment by the sound of a camera shutter. Is it even possible to capture this divine light, this overwhelming feeling of being inside this sacral celebration? But for these people, I’m just a nomadic wanderer, no matter with the camera or without it. So they humbly do whatever the church teaches them. They invite me to join the worship and share the meal afterward. They are keen to wash my feet - right as their holy teacher would do. And it feels even more marvelous when you realize that this truly biblical story revives here, right in the middle of rural highland Madagascar.