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The Laws Of The Jungle Mini Pages An Amazonian Tale
The Laws Of The Jungle Mini Pages An Amazonian Tale
| An Amazonian Tale |
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I lived and worked in the Amazon for years, and so when I decided to marry, I asked Doña Ema, the Pachamama priest of the Hymara, to conduct the ceremonies. And I asked Vesty Pakos, my best friend, to be my best man. The wedding was celebrated in a remote location in the jungle, ten hours up river from the nearest jungle town. The following day, Vesty set out to return to the city. Another friend, Guillermo, asked if he could ride back with Vesty in his car. Vesty happily agreed. Before they left, Doña Ema grabbed Guillermo by the hand and whispered, "I saw his death hovering above him. You stay out of that car, stay in the town and get drunk." Guillermo dismissed the old witch and her nonsense. They were still in the foothills of the Andes when Vesty cut a curve too fast and slid into the left lane to collide with a bulldozer. Guillermo was injured but survived the crash. Vesty died. Don˜a Ema saw it all well before it happened, and she accepted - as did we all, eventually - that it was Vesty's time to go. But Vesty did not go. For two weeks he visited daily with his friends and relatives. He let his presence be known in a variety of ways, but everybody agreed that it was him. The only person he did not visit was me. First I doubted the stories, and then I began to think that maybe Vesty was upset with me. It was my wedding that caused him to take the journey he didn't return from. I began to wish he would visit me. That very evening he came. Vesty came to take his last goodbye. |
