Paul Rosolie

And they're like, come in, come in, come in.

And they're like, the tribe came out yesterday that we saw a few of them on the beach and they're gone now.

And so we collapsed, we fell asleep, rained the whole day.

That night we went out and we looked for them.

And there was this crazy moment where we're standing on this beach and their footprints were there.

And the local indigenous anthropologists was standing there and we're standing at the edge of this beach, looking out into the Amazon beyond.

And there's just all this wreckage.

It looked like something very Cormac McCarthy, just dark sky, iron clouds.

And we're standing there.

Everyone is waiting because at any moment, an arrow could just fly through your neck.

And there's people holding shotguns.

And the anthropologist, this little guy, is standing there in the front.

And he's going, nomole.

He's going, brothers.

There's only a few words that intersect between the languages.

And he's going, brothers.

We're here.

We don't want to hurt you.

He's speaking in the Yine language.

And he's saying, come out.