When foreign cultures touch the heart

I had just finished writing the story about an old millstone that has special meaning to my family. In search of a suitable picture, while browsing through the albums, I came across a photo that shows two children with feather headdresses. Suddenly I had to smile, because I remembered that time when two little "Indians" made the house unsafe. While my thoughts found their way onto the white sheet paper, my curiosity also grew as to the question of where I got “the knowledge” about the Indians ”as a child. Far away from us, from a foreign continent, impressions of indigenous cultures had flowed into the hearts of two small children. A fixed image that I have always associated with the word "Indian".