A few meters away from its anchorage there is a viable river with boats and we do not miss the opportunity.
take our boat and to Badinguet, loaded onto friends and cameras and go!
edged upwards the river that has carved the path in thick vegetation. The water is turbid and the bottom is often blocked by logs and roots and should keep the engine and unlocked in the up position. We meet several
cayucchi loads of each kind of container filled with water. This is an fundamental reasons for the position of each island-village always close to his river, inexhaustible reserves of fresh water.
From the right bank of children greet us with big things. Two adults close to shore and invite us to stop. We are curious!
boats moored to the trees along the bank and climb the steep wall. Once on top we are facing an incredible sight: on top of a hill overlooking the river and the surrounding valleys, there is a cemetery Kuna.
A dozen women with many children and some boys welcome us with kindness and a man, a farmer, he offers to tell us what it is.
We are incredulous! The
graves are identified by a rise of ground on which people's everyday objects of the deceased: his flat, his cup, some object ...
Some are sheltered by a roof, perhaps of greater availability of families, others are simply in a corner, under the shade of a tree.
It 'important that he lacks nothing for the journey and that its properties remain the neighbors.
The graves of the children are close to the heart. Small mounds of earth on a play and a little more.
There seems to invade a space of intimacy and we try to study the eyes of those watching us, but we do not feel any hostility at all! We
just in time to finish our tour that women are approaching to ask if we take them back in the picture.
we find ourselves immersed in the general excitement, who settles the veil over her hair, who dusted her dress. The children born then look like models.
The cemetery becomes, or perhaps it has always been a place of life. A place where people gather to chat, to spend time with their dead as if they were still there '. We breathe an air of great simplicity and naturalness. Something that is part of life and nature, and that is perceived as a natural sequence of events.
One thing we cosapevoli, but that escape even the thought in our culture.
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