I moved to Italy ill-prepared; I was starting my freelance career after working at American newspapers with no experience as an independent, was still recovering from years of illness with chronic fatigue syndrome, and I didn’t even know Italian. But I was used to change, having grown up in Tanzania as a boy, and I gradually worked up freelance work. Italy is a unique, beautiful place, full of contradictions and delights. I never pose any of my pictures; my imagination cannot match the unexpected visual delights the peninsula serves up, if I’m just patient.