"People live their own projection. It is importent you thrust yours. Tolerate your flow, just that, from one thing to the other!"
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.