I’ll never forget coming across a few children playing football beneath
a water tower on a stretch of road between Lusaka and Choma,
in Zambia. They were playing with a ball stitched together from plastic
bags. I stopped the car, got out, and began to assemble my gear. I set
up my Contax on a tripod on the roof of the car and began to shoot.
None of the kids cast even a glance at me, much less asked me what I
was doing. It was clear that here football was all that mattered. And
that, after all, is the way it is supposed to be.