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.At puberty,boys and girls were held in extended seclusion, during which a designated eldertaught them the rituals and the responsibilities of adulthood.(The son who was inline to become chief was sequestered for up to four years.) Dyott, during hisjourney in the Xingu with Aloique, passed through the Kalapalo village and was soimpressed by the scene that he wrote, There is reason to believe that Fawcett'sstories of a forgotten civilization are based on fact. I asked Vajuvi whether he knew if the people of this region, who were known asXinguanos, had once descended from a larger civilization, or if there were anysigni cant ruins in the surrounding jungle.He shook his head.According to legend,however, the spirit Fitsi- tsi built giant moats in the area.( Everywhere he wentthat seemed like a nice place to stay, Fitsi- tsi would make long, deep ditches andleave part of his people there, and he himself would continue traveling. )While Vajuvi, Paolo, and I were talking, a man named Vanite Kala-palo enteredthe house and sat down beside us.He seemed despondent.It was his job, he said, toguard one of the posts on the reservation.The other day, an Indian had come to himand said, Listen, Vanite.You must come with me down the river.The white peopleare building something in Afasukugu. The word Afasukugu meant the place ofthe big cats; at this site, the Xinguanos believe, the rst humans were created.Vanite picked up a stick and drew a map on the mud oor. Here is Afasukugu, hesaid. It is by a waterfall. It is outside the park, Vajuvi, the chief, added. But it is sacred. I remembered Fawcett had mentioned in one of his last letters that he had learnedfrom the Indians of a sacred waterfall in the same area, which he hoped to visit.Vanite continued with his story: So I said, I will go with you to Afasukugu, butyou are crazy.Nobody would build anything at the place of the jaguars.' But when Iget there the waterfall is destroyed.They blew it up with thirty kilos of dynamite.The place was so beautiful, and now it is gone.And I ask a man working there, What are you doing?' He says, We are building a hydroelectric dam.' It is in the middle of the Kuluene River, Vajuvi said. All the water from thereflows right into our park and into our territory. Vanite, who was becoming agitated, didn't seem to hear the chief.He said, A manfrom the Mato Grosso government comes to the Xingu and tells us, Do not worry.This dam will not hurt you.' And he o ers each of us money.One of the chiefs fromanother tribe took the money, and the tribes are now ghting with each other.Forme, the money means nothing.The river has been here for thousands of years.Wedon't live forever, but the river does.The god Taugi created the river.It gives usour food, our medicines.You see, we don't have a well.We drink water right fromthe river.How will we live without it? Vajuvi said, If they succeed, the river will disappear and, with it, all ourpeople. Our search for Fawcett and the City of Z suddenly felt trivial another tribeappeared to be on the verge of extinction.But later that night, after we bathed in theriver, Vajuvi said that there was something he had to tell Paolo and me about theEnglishmen.The next day, he promised, he would take us by boat to where thebones had been discovered.Before going to bed, he added, There are many thingsabout the Englishmen that only Kalapalo people know. THE NEXT MORNING, as we got ready to depart, one of the girls in our houseremoved a piece of cloth from a large object in the corner of the room, near an arrayof masks.Underneath was a television set, which was powered by the village's solegenerator.The girl turned a knob, sat down on the mud oor, and began watching a cartoonfeaturing a raucous Woody Woodpecker like bird.Within minutes, at least twentyother children and several adults from the village had gathered around the set.As Vajuvi came to retrieve us, I asked him how long he had owned a television. Only a few years, he said. At rst, all everyone did is stare at it in a trance.Butnow I control the generator, and it is on only a few hours a week. Several of the men watching the television got their bows and arrows and wentout to hunt.Meanwhile, Paolo and I followed Vajuvi and one of his sons, who wasve years old, down to the river [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.At puberty,boys and girls were held in extended seclusion, during which a designated eldertaught them the rituals and the responsibilities of adulthood.(The son who was inline to become chief was sequestered for up to four years.) Dyott, during hisjourney in the Xingu with Aloique, passed through the Kalapalo village and was soimpressed by the scene that he wrote, There is reason to believe that Fawcett'sstories of a forgotten civilization are based on fact. I asked Vajuvi whether he knew if the people of this region, who were known asXinguanos, had once descended from a larger civilization, or if there were anysigni cant ruins in the surrounding jungle.He shook his head.According to legend,however, the spirit Fitsi- tsi built giant moats in the area.( Everywhere he wentthat seemed like a nice place to stay, Fitsi- tsi would make long, deep ditches andleave part of his people there, and he himself would continue traveling. )While Vajuvi, Paolo, and I were talking, a man named Vanite Kala-palo enteredthe house and sat down beside us.He seemed despondent.It was his job, he said, toguard one of the posts on the reservation.The other day, an Indian had come to himand said, Listen, Vanite.You must come with me down the river.The white peopleare building something in Afasukugu. The word Afasukugu meant the place ofthe big cats; at this site, the Xinguanos believe, the rst humans were created.Vanite picked up a stick and drew a map on the mud oor. Here is Afasukugu, hesaid. It is by a waterfall. It is outside the park, Vajuvi, the chief, added. But it is sacred. I remembered Fawcett had mentioned in one of his last letters that he had learnedfrom the Indians of a sacred waterfall in the same area, which he hoped to visit.Vanite continued with his story: So I said, I will go with you to Afasukugu, butyou are crazy.Nobody would build anything at the place of the jaguars.' But when Iget there the waterfall is destroyed.They blew it up with thirty kilos of dynamite.The place was so beautiful, and now it is gone.And I ask a man working there, What are you doing?' He says, We are building a hydroelectric dam.' It is in the middle of the Kuluene River, Vajuvi said. All the water from thereflows right into our park and into our territory. Vanite, who was becoming agitated, didn't seem to hear the chief.He said, A manfrom the Mato Grosso government comes to the Xingu and tells us, Do not worry.This dam will not hurt you.' And he o ers each of us money.One of the chiefs fromanother tribe took the money, and the tribes are now ghting with each other.Forme, the money means nothing.The river has been here for thousands of years.Wedon't live forever, but the river does.The god Taugi created the river.It gives usour food, our medicines.You see, we don't have a well.We drink water right fromthe river.How will we live without it? Vajuvi said, If they succeed, the river will disappear and, with it, all ourpeople. Our search for Fawcett and the City of Z suddenly felt trivial another tribeappeared to be on the verge of extinction.But later that night, after we bathed in theriver, Vajuvi said that there was something he had to tell Paolo and me about theEnglishmen.The next day, he promised, he would take us by boat to where thebones had been discovered.Before going to bed, he added, There are many thingsabout the Englishmen that only Kalapalo people know. THE NEXT MORNING, as we got ready to depart, one of the girls in our houseremoved a piece of cloth from a large object in the corner of the room, near an arrayof masks.Underneath was a television set, which was powered by the village's solegenerator.The girl turned a knob, sat down on the mud oor, and began watching a cartoonfeaturing a raucous Woody Woodpecker like bird.Within minutes, at least twentyother children and several adults from the village had gathered around the set.As Vajuvi came to retrieve us, I asked him how long he had owned a television. Only a few years, he said. At rst, all everyone did is stare at it in a trance.Butnow I control the generator, and it is on only a few hours a week. Several of the men watching the television got their bows and arrows and wentout to hunt.Meanwhile, Paolo and I followed Vajuvi and one of his sons, who wasve years old, down to the river [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]