"Yes." "Yes." "Yes, we still do it." "We also mark our faces and skin." "We paint everything... the jaguar, the fish." "Only after five days...." "First we put paint... then charcoal." "It lasts five days." "About four or five days old." "Yes, I did." "Kuberene... and Iroa." "Yes, we played." "I don't remember, it was too long ago." "Kuberene was kind of a sad boy, but a good person." "The other boy was more cheerful... enjoyed playing." "One was more joyful, the other sad." "Yes, they had families." "The aruanas were immortal fishes that lived in hidden lakes inside the earth." "One day, though, Hariua, a smart young aruana... found a shaft of sunlight." "Immediately he remembered the wise advise of Kobehi, the oldest shaman:" ""Avoid the shaft of sunlight that comes through a long, narrow, stony path."" ""It leads to suffering, pain, danger and death!"" "But a strong feeling of curiosity took the young aruana closer...." "We don't have... any written education... we get our knowledge from our parents and families." "They teach us about our destiny, about being an Indian... being a human being, and about life." "If we don't respect our elders... we'll be lost." "We really have to fight to try to maintain the maximum possible... of our culture, our language, our dances." "During the years of colonialism... the whites wanted us to be their slaves." "During the republic they tried... to change us into whites overnight." "They put the hospital here, the hotel, the school... the machines." "We were confused... not knowing how to live in this new situation... and after the years... of white man's civilization... we have to defend ourselves." "But how?" "By learning something from the whites, in the school." "Yesterday, an Indian... was wounded deep in his back." "He was in great pain." "We'll see if we will have to operate." "I'm seeing an airplane." "It's coming down from the sky." "We teach our children to read." "First in our language, Karaja, then in Portuguese." "Two languages at the same time." "We want to learn only the good things from the whites." "We don't want to live in the town... because there we would learn only... the bad things the whites are doing." "That's why we teach our children, so that won't happen." "Yes." "I liked it very much, I was very happy." "It touched me." "My feelings..." "I have missed him a lot since I lost him." "And now, when I saw him..." "I was very happy indeed." "I've been feeling so sad... and this was great for me." "It was great to see him alive." "I wish I could still see him." "When I saw him moving..." "I felt he was alive again." "My father was killed... when a crocodile attacked him." "It was down at the lake." "He was fishing... with two friends." "He was steering the canoe." "The water was very low." "When the canoe passed over a crocodile... it went crazy and attacked my father... right at his neck." "Yes." "In this village... a lot of things have changed since your last visit." "But for me the saddest thing is that I've lost my husband." "I feel very lonely..." "I miss the safety he gave me." "I remember long ago, one night he came into my hut... and the next morning we were husband and wife." "And so he stayed with me." "He was a very good person, very kind and hard working."