It shouldn’t work. A million animals, moving as if of one mind—across rivers, through storms, into danger. But the Great Migration isn’t just instinct. It’s intelligence, evolved over centuries. For the next few months, Harri joins the press of hooves in the Mara, where dust rises, crocodiles wait, and even the sky seems to hold its breath. It’s noisy. It’s nerve-wracking. It’s natural order, disguised as mayhem. And in the middle of it? Our intrepid story-teller brings us a kind of wild clarity.