In the North-East of Colombia lives an Indian-tribe, called the Kogi. Not untill recently, they lived very isolated. By blocking the few roads and bridges, they kept away authorities, fortune-seekers and tourists. Sometimes they were seen in the city, but the indians seemingly did not interact with Columbians. Nobody knew or spoke their language.
In the 1990's the Kogi-tribe suddenly made the headlines, worldwide. Through intermediars the Indians invited some British and local journalists.
The Kogi call us “the Younger People”, they, themselves are “the Elder People”. Both groups seperated a long time ago, but now, they are clashing world-wide, with disastrous consequences. Even the habitat of the Koni was influenced. The area, the Kogi live in, is a caleidoscope of habitats, eco-systems and climate zones. High, icy moutains, transform to rainforrest, when you walk down. There are deserts, glaciers, swamps and tropical beaches. The “Mammas's”,the sjahmans, claim that “all of creation” is gathered here. The Kogi function as gardeners and safeguards of a miniature of Earth (and the Garden of Eden).
But they fight a loosing battle. The worldwide pollution and eco-destruction influence and endanger this little Paradise. The harmony and growth, slowly changed into chaos and decay. We, with our Western lifestyle, are the only ones, who can stop this doom-scenario. If not, our world will tumble down into the abyss, to be purified with fire and water.
Nothing has changed in recent years. The exploitation , polluting, poisoning of our world goes on. Never before, we have polluted our atmosphere this much. The sjahmans of the Kogi are quite sure. We have passed the point of no-return.
I agree. Prepare for a bumpy ride.
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