I was working as usually, washing dishes in some restaurant in the town center of Manchester. I do not know what happen, but lately i am not myself. It is like something is missing. I think that all started last month when i had a holiday in Peru. A magical place, and what’s more interesting, in one of the boat trips in the rain forest we meet a bunch of unusual locals. They called themselves The Lost Tribe. For two days we stayed there. In the evening we gathered together around the fire. And because our guide could understand the nomatsiguenga dialect they spoken, he translated for us their stories. A beautiful oral tradition…