Judith M. Heimann

We were lost in the jungle, but not yet lost to hope.

The jungle is not our enemy; ignorance is.

We owe our lives to people we never expected to meet.

The river guided us deeper into the unknown.

In the darkness, every sound is a story.

We spoke different languages, but shared the same fears.

The headhunters watched us with curiosity, not cruelty.

Every day alive was a victory we celebrated quietly.

Trust was our only currency in the jungle.

We learned to see the world through their eyes.

A single firefly could light the path for all of us.

The rain was relentless, but so were we.