In the middle of the Darien gap, the bush jungle that holds North and South America apart, on the coast of Panama, me and my brothers own a piece of land, for what owning land may mean.. There are no cars and no road to and from it. Getting there by boat or in a shaky airplane, you wonder off in full attention to nature with all your senses open.
This place is a story about my father. And one day I will tell you.