
The vast forests of the Amazon bassin still hide stories unknown to the worldwide village, which our world has become.
In November an expedition will penetrate into the forest, to find the way to the forgotten edge of the world. The objective is to "contact" the still unknown populations of indigenous people who live apart of our "civilised" world. Which sounds very vague, for an objective, in my opinion.
The governmental foundation to protection of the indigenous people, FUNAI, says there might be 19 groups, totalling about 4.000 individuals who still live in the backyard, on bounderies of the global village.
Stories like these one allways inoculate me with longings for adventures, in places where nature rules, and not men. I had my fair share yet, but, the "call of the wild" is still tempting and fascinating. It is where we can slip out of our confortable cocoons and get to our selves while keeping an wide open eye on our surroundings. Where animals, insects, fungus, plants, birds, water and soil seem one living thing - colorful, smelly, hot, and full of noise and music.

One might ask; what is in the deal for the indians, who are peacefully minding their own business, and keeping their garden? Looks a little bit like the loud and smelly neighbour, who, after years of annoying expansionism, decides to come over, and ring the bell for a chat. How welcome would you be? Probabely like the guy on the top picture.
But some arguments are convincing. These populations are generally not totally untouched. Bandits, drug dealers, goldwashers and animal traffic operators, have generaly found their way to these far reaches and made sparse "contact". Of the worst kind. To make matters worse, we bring them politicians! ... Well, I'm kidding. The idea is to "protect" them from these bad influences.

Animal traffic is a big business. Lonely individuals, sometimes in groups of 4 people, go out in canoes or tiny decked boats and search for parrots, turtoises, and fish. Ornamental fish are the main target. The mainly small, bright colorful fish make their way into the home aquariums of the United States and Europe.
I remember, when I went to the Rio Negro. It is common to see them tucked up in side creecks, cathing the fish and storing them in plastic bags or big plastic barrels.
Try to imagine what images have already touched the deep of the eyes of your aquarium fish, next time you look into them. Maybe they have seen the big forests mirroring on the water surface. Looking up from below, whithin their endless waters and labyrints of roots and rotting matter. Maybe they have already seen the shaddow of one of those untouched indians swimming by? Maybe one of the red kids has tried catching it, once, when playing on the sandbank? The wild is closer to you than you might think.