![]() ![]() ![]() We saw the bulldozer and we went near, no matter if the cojñone killed us, we did not care if they killed us. We went to get honey, because Parojnai had already found a tree with honey. After a while we heard the noise of a truck. ‘We walked to a place where my husband Parojnai had sharpened a spear before. When we saw these big planes with this white smoke behind, we thought they were stars.’Īyoreo-Totobiegosode woman Ibore from Paraguay tells how, on 11 June 1998, their family risked everything and made contact. We also saw long clouds behind the plane which frightened us, because we thought that something might fall on us. ‘We have always seen airplanes, but we did not know that it was something useful of the cojñone. The bulldozer opened a path up right beside our garden, that’s why we were so scared of it. We thought that the bulldozer had seen our garden and came to eat the fruit – and to eat us too. We had planted many crops in the garden because it was summer time. ‘We thought that the bulldozer could see us. When I realised that the bulldozer had gone in another direction, I found a trunk with a beehive in it, and I took the honey. At last, the bulldozer left in another direction. I had to leave my tools, my bow, my rope to run faster. It looked like the bulldozer was following us. We had to leave some other things as well to run faster because of the bulldozer. My wife had to leave the fruit of the najnuñane (carob tree) which she had already picked. ‘We spent the night up in the forest, but we had to get up before dawn because we were afraid, and as we were getting up we heard the noise of the bulldozer again. We had to run away immediately, but luckily we were able to take all our things. Parojnai: ‘We heard the noise of the bulldozer. Each sudden move meant the loss of the crops they had planted, and often their precious possessions such as cooking pots and tools. The constant incursions of outsiders meant Parojnai and his family constantly had to move camp. Landowners were buying up their forest and sending in bulldozers to clear the land, in defiance of national and international law. The area of forest they called home had been getting smaller and less safe. Parojnai Picanerai, his wife Ibore and their five children had been on the run for many years. Even if I have to stay outside for a few days, I would like to return to my family in the jungle.’Īn unknown number of Ayoreo Indians live isolated in the Paraguayan Chaco, the vast scrub forest that extends south of the Amazon basin. He no longer goes out of the forest except for medical help, saying, ‘The jungle is better. Seven years after returning to his forest Enmai was critical of outsiders, ‘They are bad men… They lure us to use us…Our standing on the roads and begging is not good. He told a Shailesh Shekhar from the Hindustan Times, ‘In the early days, we were afraid of you people, …we would fear you…We had no idea about a world, about an existence beyond our jungle.’ In 1996 Enmai spent six months in hospital after being found by settlers with a broken leg. Their sudden appearance out of the forest without their bows and arrows, after more than a century of hostility, is widely credited to Enmai, a young Jarawa man. The Jarawa, from India’s Andaman Islands have only had friendly contact with settlers living near their forest since 1998. A view from the recently contacted Jarawa The World Bank and Other Financial Institutionsġ. ![]()
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