Deep in a Sumatran National Park in Indonesia I had slept painfully on a tiled floor with relentless mosquitoes eating away at sweaty skin. Next to me, my son Italo had not fared better despite my repeated attempts to keep him covered. As the welcome dawn arrived we saw the gorgeous light rising; close to us the children were arriving for their day at school. Keen and clean with joy from ear to ear. It was one of my best mornings.
