A poetic journey through the Serengeti National Park and Tanzania in Africa. The endemic flora and fauna, as well as the beautiful natural beauties are a blessing for the human soul, for the traveler, but his presence seems to represent pollution of the environment. Even the path along which man moves, which is created by himself, seems to be an intruder in these wild landscapes. How far should human intervention in nature and the environment in which he lives go? What is the limit beyond which human presence represents a violation of cosmic harmony?
