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... watching the flames. Claude had reason to be proud. Michelle was an exquisite prize, she had long brown hair that was dense with curls, but never seemed unkempt even after a full day in the tropical sun. She dressed very casually, with short cutoffs, sandals and thin cotton blouses that were tied across her chest. She showed a lot of skin, she had dark, buttery flesh that attracted the steady stares of all the native jeep drivers. I knew Anthony liked her - I saw him looking at her body, and we joked about her every morning. After a few nights, I noticed that they always sat by me around the fire. She was so beautiful laying next to him by the fire, the light of the flames dancing on her face. And he seemed so happy to have her, as if the touch of her young flesh was something he cherished. Soon we became friends. I learned that he was a professor of anthropology, and she had been one of his students. He had been to Africa many times. In fact he had been all over the world, he'd lived for months among hunter-gatherers in the Amazon and the remote outer islands of the Philippines. As interested as he was in the story of how Anthony came to be, I was interested in his knowledge. I was fascinated by some of the things I had seen in the museums; I would have stayed longer if Anthony wasn't so restless. The history of this place was Claude's field, and so I asked him some of the things that puzzled me. The museums had charts that showed that humanity actually came out of Africa ...

... three separate times. In the last million years, there were three major migrations from Africa. Each time brought a new type of humanity onto the steppes of Asia or the forests of Europe, and each time they supplanted the local people, the descendents of the prior migration. Why, I asked him, why here, each time. "Because there is . . . more . . . how to say?" searching for the word. "Diversity. Here, there were always more people, more types of people." I thought about what her said, but I didn't understand. He continued explaining. Even though Africans look alike, they are actually more different genetically from each other and any other people on earth. "Forget the color." He said, rubbing his dry skin. "All we see if their color, but blacks are really . . . very different from each other. Very different." I had had so many of them. I sat in silence, looking up at the quarter moon and listening to the crack of the fire. Yes, there were all different, so many body types, so many ways of looking at me, while . . . Then I realized - I had never done many white men, so I had no reference. "What happened to the earlier people," I asked. "Were they just . . . wiped out." "Probably," he said. "That's been the way it's always been when different people meet. Native Americans. Jews." The point was clear. "Think of why people migrate, why they move. Usually, it's fear. They're afraid." So that was the reason why man spread over the earth. I thought of people on reed boats that were ...