It is in our blood to wander, to journey through the beauty of nature. For as long as we can remember, this has been our way of life, and it will continue to be. Traveling is not simply moving from one place to another for us, it is a way of living. Along our paths, we do not only learn how to survive, but we also become one with nature itself.

Ancient knowledge, passed down for generations, guides us in harmony with the natural world. It teaches us how to heal with plants, how to build with trees, how to nourish ourselves, and even how to raise our children. We know which waters are safe to drink, which fields to graze, and which herbs carry the power to cure sickness. To us, the earth is alive, and we live in a bond of mutual understanding with it. To remain in one place forever would feel unnatural, even wasteful, for both us and the land.

Traditionally, we dwell in one place for only a season, a cycle of ten to twelve months. During that time, we come to know the land, its rhythms, and its gifts. We carry with us only what is essential: our clothing, jewelry, the belongings of our ancestors, and the animals we raise for trade. When it is time to leave, we do so with gratitude, thanking nature for all it has given us, and we move on to begin anew. Our life is built on movement, respect, and freedom.

Alongside nature, family has always been our greatest treasure. Each day we live and grow together, bound not only by blood but also by the path we walk. What began a thousand years ago with just two families, two wanderers, who chose to live in harmony with the land, has since flourished into many. Today each family journeys independently, yet all remain united by the same spirit that gave birth to our people.

We believe this story began when God granted us this land, vast and beautiful, as a gift to explore and cherish. For what other reason would such richness of nature be placed in our care, if not to be seen and appreciated? Yet over time, our devotion to the land grew so strong that it surpassed even our devotion to God Himself. We do not pray in the ways of others; our communion is with the earth, and in it we find meditation and meaning. But God, displeased with our ways, cast us as outcasts, accusing us of failing to show Him gratitude.

This distance from God has also marked us in the eyes of our neighbors. For centuries they have seen us as lesser, simple, foolish, unworthy. To them, we are easy prey and often they come as raiders, tearing our people away. We resist, but their armies are many and their weapons deadly. Still, despite their scorn and their violence, we endure. We continue to walk the land as we always have, guided by nature, by family, and by the spirit of freedom that no force has yet been able to take from us.