EPISODE 1 | AMAZONIA. WHERE THE LEGEND BEGINS
From Belém to Icoaraci
It was just a pond when 35 years ago I was playing to be an explorer, when I hunted my fears from those murky waters; when I transformed salamanders in dragons and snakes in sea monsters.
I tried the courage. I nurtured the seed of a dream, a dream that only today, at 13:45 local time, has grown enough to come true. I'm flying over the Amazon and I'm aware to be torn between the dream that it's becoming true and another very new that is beginning now.
0 km, Belém, Brazil 2015
Photo 1: Delta of the Amazon River.
One step after another, noises fade away because the river absorbs them, all, returning, filtered, only silence.
I see a boat and three men trapped on deck, neighbors like shipwrecked men who have lost their way and consume what remains of the night, no name, no engine, no water, speechless.
Quaresma is a professor of literature. He has a slight build and his face has the light who those lived, with a sincere look that seems free from the load of prejudices.
He speak softly.
He tells me about the traditions of the indigenous culture and I listen as I observe the preparation of Tacacà, a soup made with grated roots and juices of Magnivia (a type of Mandioca).
This produces a pulp juice containing hydrogen cyanide, poisonous and deadly.
I peck at the soup and immediately it hits me with a taste that smacks of sacrifice; I think of all the people who died before discovering that it needs to be cooked just two hours in order to continue... to live the night.
Icoaraci, Brazil 2015
Photo 2-7: Boarding in the port of Belém.