In
the North-East of Colombia lives an Indian-tribe, called the Koni.
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 Koni-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.
