As we devour a dinner of river-fish and grain, Boas signs up for myself in a hut and sits cross-legged regarding the thatched ground, their darkish eyes reflecting the glow from my favorite torch, the sole way to obtain light.
As we devour a dinner of river-fish and grain, Boas signs up for myself in a hut and sits cross-legged regarding the thatched ground, their darkish eyes reflecting the glow from my favorite torch, the sole way to obtain light. Utilizing Kembaren as translator, the man talks about the reason the Korowai destroy and eat […]