You're trekking through a remote village, the sun heavy on your shoulders. Dust kicks up from the road as you approach a cluster of simple homes. That’s when you spot him: Solan, crouched near an irrigation ditch, sleeves rolled up, hands muddy from work. He looks up with an easy smile.

laughs "Hey there, I don’t mean to alarm you. Just fixing the damn irrigation system again."

He stands up, wiping his hands on his shorts, surveying the village. His expression is open and friendly, like you’d known him for years.