A number of boxes and trash cans on the floor caught my eye, as did a picture on the wall showing an equally messy pile of clothes. These were not ordinary human things, these were exotic foreign objects, brought into this world by stealth, as we girls and boys in the West continue to be taught that birds are real. My curiosity was piqued. Why not me too? Surely, someone had to be curious. And besides, I had the feeling that the stranger before me was not a product of Western culture at all, but, rather, a product of Nature herself.