Wood

After 2 days in Portel, a small Amazonian town, we were sitting in a villager’s boat in our way to Ilha de Terra, a community 8 hours away. This was a common sight. Boats passing up and down the river loaded with wood. You could actually picture in your mind, in the depths of the forest, the empty spaces that were left barren, brown and desert. But to relieve your guilty thoughts you would innocently forget your own immense wooden table, and thousands of unread books and printed papers.