On the borders of the Amazon, as their world crumbles, a group of children watches in silence—a battle for their future unfolds, one they cannot fight but cannot escape.
On the border of Bolivia and Brazil, the wilderness is vanishing.
Multinational corporations strip the land—taking timber, washing gold, draining rivers. The forest shrinks, communities are displaced, and their identity fades. Deep in the jungle, an unequal battle rages: those trying to adapt and defend their home against the relentless demands of a world that consumes without pause. Among them are small witnesses: Children. Silent, watching, playing.
Multinational corporations strip the land—taking timber, washing gold, draining rivers. The forest shrinks, communities are displaced, and their identity fades. Deep in the jungle, an unequal battle rages: those trying to adapt and defend their home against the relentless demands of a world that consumes without pause. Among them are small witnesses: Children. Silent, watching, playing.
Their wide eyes take in what adults have learned to overlook: the vanished trees, the poisoned rivers, the scent of burning. While their elders speak of “land rights” and “pollution,” the children create their own stories.
The machines are hungry dinosaurs.
The helmeted men build a house for a giant.
The fleeing animals are ghosts from old legends.
The helmeted men build a house for a giant.
The fleeing animals are ghosts from old legends.
Through play, they try to make sense of the loss—until the destruction becomes too vast, too final to turn into a story. And then, they understand.