It wasn't a family reunion, no - that was just who showed up that particular evening. I went with my father to see my grandparents, as my grandfather is very, very sick.

That group is probably not even a third of my immediate relatives in that village.

I lived there for two and a half years as a child, from the age of five, to the age of seven, but I've only been back once, before this point - when I was eleven. I don't speak the language anymore, unfortunately. It would have been much more enjoyable if I did.

It was amazing people how much I remembered and how accurately. I think it's because I haven't been there since I was a child, so it's a bit of frozen in a timecapsule in my memory.