Perhaps I am too cynical, but I often wonder about their smiles, staring from the photographs.
Is it joy to be there, or joy to be photographed there?
Is it the virtual equivalent of scribbling your name on monuments?
Is it the residual hangover of a colonised culture still grappling with national identity?
Is it an attempt to scavenge pride through an acknowledgment of inferiority?
Is it about be-ing or ego ?