She lives in a small village on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. “The world is big, it is so big that I don’t know what is happening, I don’t know what I am missing, and nobody in this village really does. Our world is small; it is as if we are not part of that big world.” Two minutes before she said these words to me, I was sitting on a rock gazing at the endless ocean and thinking how small the world was; I was in Appleton, Wisconsin two weeks ago, in Turkey ten days ago, in London 6 days ago and here I was smelling the Atlantic Ocean in this small Sierra Leonean village.” As the world is getting smaller for me, it is getting bigger for somebody else. World of irony.