I will say it again: I love BBC World Service. The programming is of such a high calibre. I still think their coverage of the Ebola crisis was second to none – they stayed with the story months after the headlines had moved on, letting Africans tell our own stories, with dignity.
This morning I caught the beginning of another great programme: I speak Navajo. It starts with the story of a young woman who discovered that her grandfather and great grandfather’s voices were being held in recordings at her university library, the journey she goes on to get them back, and the story of her tribe and that of others.
These are voices you don’t often get to hear, languages I have never heard before, stories and myths from a culture that survived deliberate attempts to obliterate it. It’s a haunting, mesmerising listen.