| In the heart of the Brazilian Amazon, between rivers of dark waters and the constant whisper of leaves, there is a territory where time is not measured by clocks, but by the rhythm of rain, wind. There, you can hear the silent footsteps of people who choose to live on the margins of the outside world. For many years, I have been working to defend the territory and rights of our relatives, known as the Mashco Piro, who live on the border of Brazil and Peru. Our goal is to defend them and ensure they have no contact with outsiders. |