This week, once again, uncontacted tribes have been photographed from the air on the Peruvian/Brazilian boarder. Looking at these pictures instantly gave me a shot of adrenaline and brought back a fear that I have been trying to forget for a few years now. On the rainy day when I ran into a nomadic tribe, I knew my life was in danger. I knew that their lives were in danger due to my germs. But there was something more, I found myself completely terrified of their faces. And walking through the forest, now, I often turn quickly when the feeling on my spine tingles in wonder that they could be there watching.
