IT WAS 10 IN THE MORNING as I entered into the Badjao village. I am also Filipino like them, yet I was obviously this alien visitor in their eyes, especially for the children. In an instant, I felt I entered a kingdom, a paradise, a kaleidoscope of images quickly wanting to be captured. I carried with me only an instamatic camera but it never mattered. Not at that moment. Everyone was curious yet very accomodating of their spirit. Smiles where everywhere. These children were in the middle of their morning lessons. This hut, a community school where they learn to read and write their language. I walked alongside its walls with the narrow bridge to support me under my feet. The children hurriedly ran to the window to greet me and offer me their most beautiful smiles. I disrupted their class but it was alright with them. Their teacher was happy. Saying "hello" was festivity.