This story began one day in January, one of those days when you know that winter has arrived, and it's ready to strip the trees and to whiten the ground.

I had just returned from school and, after responding to the greet of my parents, I collapsed like a dead weight on my sofa, and I took my tablet, looking for new YouTube's videos and new inspirations for the site " " which I had just joined (I hadn't written anything yet).

Mum and dad watched disconsolately:-Guys today are slaves of the technology...-sighed my mother.

My father was about to add something, but a trill of his phone interrupted him.

He drewed his Huawei from the pocket of his jacket and controlled WhatsApp: he smiled and said to my mum:-I'm waiting this tip from years...

She understood and smiled back:-Serengeti?

-Serengeti-confirmed my dad

Ah yes, I forgot to tell you that my parents are naturalists, and sometimes leave home to study animals to the four corners of the planet.

-Well-I said, looking up from the tablet-I'm really happy for you. When you leave?

-When you leave?-repeated my father-Oh no, son: you'll come with us.

-WHAT?-I shouted

-You'll come whit us-asserted my mum, smiling

I wanted to ask more about the surprise trip, but my parents are very stubborn, and they wouldn't let me talk

Anyway, this trip would give me some ideas for my fanfiction...

As for the school, I would get in chat connections on Skype profs and my classmates, not to miss anything of the program.

It was therefore decided, I would leave for Africa...

At 5:00 am of the next day, I boarded the plane that would take me from Italy to Copenhagen, then dropped to Kilimanjaro Airport, the closest airport to the Serengeti plains.

I didn't sleep during the trip: Copenhagen was freezing cold, but fortunately we stayed in Kastrup only half an hour, while I spent the 10-hour journey between Denmark and Kenya observing the beautiful african landscapes from the aircraft's window.

We landed in the afternoon and we moved in a lodge in the middle of the Kenyan bush, a few kilometers from Tanzania .

The apartment reserved for us was very welcoming and, after unloading our luggage, I asked my parents for permission to explore the savannah alone, and they agreed, because they knew that in desperate situation I had to provide my machete and I could defend myself.

So I left the "house" with the knife and a small supply of water and food.

I didn't know what would happened...

TO BE CONTINUED...