Finding the Landlord
The old and unclear wonder in their culture, appearance, people, and their way of living on earth was disappeared in me for long until the days, I was riding across America to say good bye after living and traveling there for four years. My curiosity and persistent in finding any sort of connection or a friend or friend of a friend to them was not as effective as my luck or good will that crossed my path with Grace, who worked with Ingenious or native Americans, Indian Americans, or any racist or not anymore as offensive even to some of themselves, let alone others or me, even in my language. The wonder of seeing the image of at least a reservation where I could find the landlord of the home I was about to leave, for the first time and few days, changed the path of my trip to visiting 8 reservations in Minnesota, North, and South Dakota on my bike, although, I just had only 2 months left being there legally to absorb and learn from themselves, the Ojibwe and Lakota people.
Even though I'm not sure if I can see there or any of them again but I consider myself fortunate to see even once. Here is a brief image of my wonderful journey.