In Fiaso, we spent our days working the fields. If we wanted to eat chicken, we grabbed one from the poultry yard. If we wanted to eat some other animal, we’d hunt it in the jungle. At night, we set traps, and as soon as dawn broke, we’d run out to see what we’d caught. And when there was nothing else, we’d gather mangos, oranges, and all the other things that nature provides. You never go hungry in the countryside. I had it easy in my village: I was the shaman’s son, and I lived in a big house. I didn’t think about my future much. I expected that my life would be typical: I would live off the
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