The whole story was, more or less, like that. We took the Namibian high road across the country, passing through some small villages, shepherds with their herd and even some young kids happily going to school all together. Of course, we were following the guidelines of our GPS on our way and finally it told us to turn and get into a dusty and pretty bumpy road (and actually really fun to go in, if you love adventure). Were we in the right track?, we wondered. Not sure, but keep going my dad said. Oh, great! We were following the road which now went left, and then right and then turn again. Somehow, unexplainable magically, we finally made it to somewhere, not certain where, but therefore, somewhere.
We hadn't even left our car when a thirty-something man approached us. When we started to speak, although smartly hidden, I noticed he wasn't neither Namibian nor English (or from any English speaking country). Oh, we found out, he was Italiano! He introduced himself, Simone (forgive me if I'm wrong, it was a while ago), his wife, Laura, and his cute little one year-old baby, Hectore.