
In Santa Maria de Fatima, Richelle and Kizzy told me they had seen the village jail. When I asked where, they pointed to this little shack without a door and in disrepair. "Nobody's in it", they said.
The whole time we were visiting these villages I was seeing these tight nit families, who despite disease and sub par hygiene, seemed quite at ease with themselves and the world. No doubt whatsoever that they work their fingers to the bone for what they have, and they have worries. But they can teach me more about life than I can teach them. They had spirit about them that I just love.
I think it is exactly right, the African saying, that it takes a village to raise a child. In the Amazon, because the village raises a child, you can have a jail without a door.