Gondar was a beautiful experience. I felt we all bonded deeper than we had on any part of the trip. The people in Gondar were warm and very beautiful. The shows we played there were awesome. The creativity channeled at its most pure created the experience of a partying with the people whether we were on the terrace of our hotel or outside in front of the historic castle playing for 200 folks. Both experiences were profoundly moving. And in all of this beauty and challenges a wise, kind and loving boy named Yusef is what I will I remember most about Gondar. We met Yusef on our way to the take a tour of the 1000 year old castle in the center of town. The boy became our tour guide and accompanied us the majority of our time in Gondar. Yusef was an 11 year old boy who looked about 6 or 7. He had a beauty of spirit and was constantly being the playful and silly 11 year old boy he was, constantly reflecting the intensity of love that we couldn’t help but show him. I had a special bond with Yusef as he would constantly give me spontaneous hugs and say to me “You are my brother.”

The day we left Gondar we had to leave at 5am. A school day Yusef showed up to our hotel to say his goodbyes to all of us. I picked him up and gave him a big embrace he said to me again, “You are my brother.” As my eyes welled-up I echo back to him the same sentiment. As we drove off, I looked at young Yusef walking off with a timeless dignity and nobility beyond his years.