‘Dove!’ an Awá woman named Parakeet said. ’Let’s call her Dove Awá – doves sing and walk on the ground.’
The Awá wait to choose their children’s names until they reach an age when the right name presents itself. Another of Parakeet’s daughters is called Forest Tree. One particularly wriggly child has just earned the name Earthworm.
’‘It was beautiful here,’ an Enawene Nawe man laments.

“My Yanomami people have always lived in peace, which we share with other creatures. We know our Yanomami land in the same way our brothers, the Inuit, know the sea-ice of the Arctic or the Dongria Kondh people the hills of Orissa, or the ogi Indians the snow peaks of Colombia. We know the streams and the rapids, the path of peccary, the call of the tapir and the song of the toucan. We understand the seasons of the peach-palm trees and the ways of the sloth and the monkeys and all animals that live high in the canopy.
We know these things just as our Penan brothers of the Sarawak know the migration of the wild pig and the Bushmen of Botswana the tracks of the eland. This is how we live, today. Our ancestors taught us to understand our lands and animals, we have used this knowledge carefully, for our existence depends on it.”
- Davi Kopenawa, Yanomami, Brazil
In a small patch of rainforest in Brazil, the last six survivors of a genocide, dance.
(Narrated by long-time Survival supporter Julie Christie.)
Wichí fisherman fishing in the Pilcomayo River, Argentina. The fishermen use the nets to scoop the fish up out of the muddy waters of the river.