The story I am going to tell you begins in a dark place where the sun's rays argue about which is going to take a place on the treetops. They filter down with much subtlety and slide to the ground where lush oaks, mahoganies, cedars, kapoks, guanacaste, etc, quite a number of guardians who watch over my jungle, are born. You know, that is my land, an exotic place full of riches. I am a Lacandon boy, who had to migrate to the city.
One day the invaders arrived. They began to take over our lands, to pollute and, worst of all, to chop down our trees and finish off our wildlife, (manatee, jaguar, macaw, paca, pheasant, curassow, spider monkey) which are animals that are native to my jungle. Can you imagine that? My whole paradise, destroyed... I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked all around me for an answer to so much destruction. All of a sudden, my father turned up dirty and covered in soot. His chocolate brown skin and his white tunic had become grey, like everything around me; the smell was suffocating. I was only 5 years old. You might think that I was too young to remember this, which is now my story, but it was so shocking that it marked my life.
