Their meal was suddenly interrupted by the foreboding, far-off whir of some giant bird, rigid in its constitution, approaching menacingly as if by virtue of its deep, unnatural vibration. They threw down their tools, exchanged them immediately for weapons and indulged the irrational fear that this event might soon threaten everything they've ever known.
I wonder if there's any chance of getting it right this time. If those who boldly initiate "contact" might consider being patient students of a valuable living history that holds more encyclopaedic knowledge of the Amazon than anything that's ever been catalogued.
There are said to be as few as 100 "uncontacted tribes" in the Amazon, all threatened by illegal logging.
Labels: Amazon, environment, first contact, something different
1 Comments:
Hey, i was going to tell YOU about this, James... shoulda known you'd be on it like white on rice.
I was talking about this tonight with a friend, and someone chimed in with the observation that these red-painted guys are holding bows-and-arrows. How strange that in almost every civilization around the world, regardless of isolation from the others, nearly exact technologies develop. Why?
This sounds like the sort of ethnographic project you've been waiting for...
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