Once again, now out of our imagination, Bahia gives an almost fictional tone to this encounter.
Scanning for the horizon in a vast labyrinth of trees is like looking into oneself as a human in a world entirely made of courage and nature. Here, the lingo is completely different. There is a conversation between you and the birds’ singing, and one soon learns a single, universal language.
We are in the Northwestern Amazon, in the upper Rio Negro. Departing from Manaus, it is a 4-day trip on boats and winds that carry messages. We sail in the darkness of its nights – that is the first proof of the magical complicity between us and the Amazon, a gigantic and powerful landscape of fantastic realism. All of it as real and familiar as a womb we can barely remember; yet miss so dearly.
The Yanomami and many other indigenous peoples know its strength lies there; within its nature that frightens, awakens, touches, hurts, delights, heals, teaches and, for that reason, will not allow a different essence from those who live there, other than sincerity and wisdom.