HELLO WORLD : HEART MADAGASKAR

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Every three minutes, there are other penggalah passed in opposite directions. Remon cried out to greet them, they shouted back. They are colleagues in this river, each carrying a beam downstream sonokeling big black illegally logged from the rainforests to the lumberyard in the town of Antalaha, Madagascar northeast. That's where wages waiting for them. Once Remon dropped us off at the edge of the forest, he will also do similar things.
Remon did not like the job. Timber barons who hired him-that he did not know his name, told Remon that he had to paddle all day without stopping because the ranger who bribed away only for a limited period, after which it must be bribed again. However, transporting felled trees better than cut them down, the work that was involved previously Remon. He stopped cutting after concluding that the risk is now too big. While illegal logging has been going on for years, suddenly increased its speed: the forest is not preserved and organized gangs met, deforestation, triggered by the collapse of the free government of Madagascar in March 2009 and by a never-satisfied appetite of buyers who import timber from China sonokeling worth more than 1.8 trillion rupiah from the forest northeast of Madagascar in just a few months. A Remon known loggers sonokeling robbed by thieves forest wood that says, "We are 30 people, you're alone." And he had just heard that two men who beheaded with a machete because timber dispute a few days ago.
Remon river calmed down and lit a cigarette blend of tobacco and marijuana. He talked about fady, taboos that protect these forests for centuries. There are always anxious whispers among the timber thieves broke every time someone's head hit a tree or a broken leg in the rapids of the river: we make the wrath of the ancestors. They punished us. The elders have been lectured about the prohibition of pillage Remon sacred forest.
"Fine," Remon said to them. "Just tell your family to eat wood."
Remon used to make a living as workers in the gardens outside Antalaha vanilla, a coastal city such as the island itself, is rich in resources but lacking in all other respects. Two decades ago, the president of Madagascar Didier Ratsiraka was so proud of his reputation as a center of Antalaha vanilla world that he sent an officer to visit him. "He thought our town full of big buildings and paved roads," said a veteran Michel Lomone vanilla exporters. "The president is very disappointed to receive reports his advisers."
 

By Robert DraperPhoto by PASCAL Maitre

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