The mandrill sat still, its paws planted firmly in the earth. Its eyes, dark and shining, seemed not just to look, but to penetrate. As if he knew something you yourself had not yet discovered. The brightly coloured stripes on his face were like warrior paint, but behind that masquerade was a look that was more human than you expected.
You suddenly felt watched, not like a passerby who happened to be standing in front of its cage, but like someone being weighed. As if the mandrill was asking: "And you? What are you even doing here, in my world?"
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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