For many communities in the developing world, rivers and gorges can be dangerous obstacles to clinics, schools, and markets. In a forgotten corner of Eastern Zambia, south of the Great East Road and 5 kilometers from the Mozambique border, two middle-aged Americans, armed with little more than bags of cement, "free children" and volunteers from eight surrounding villages, set out to build something amazing-a 350-foot-long bridge that dances. Drawn from the author's journal written under a shady tree next to her tent in the witchcraft free zone and under the watchful eye and protection of the formidable headmistress of the Kamunjoma school, this is a true tale of Africa.
