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The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:50 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.
The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:44 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:39 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:23 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:18 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:12 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:15:06 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:14:59 +0000

The Indonesian whale hunter village, Lamalera Rain mostly exists in the prayers of Christian people of Lamalera. The rocky mountains surrounding the village where a thousand people live ; is not suitable for breeding animals; no vegetables and fruits can survive in the bare, burnt-out ground. There is only the sea, and its fruits to survive: little fish, manta, bottlenose dolphin and the fervently hoped whale. And it has been so for hundred years. It used to happen the same way: a man, with a long wangee cane in his hand, jumping at bag from the whale-boat, made of wood, and no metal, at all.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:14:54 +0000

India, Varanasi. It is the greatest honour for a Hindu that the ashes of his corpse are dispersed into the Ganges. An old Hindu is standing early morning on the riverside, at the crematory gate Manikarnik. They are all sipping, sprinkling the Ganges. They are washing their teeth, the laundry and - according to their ancient faith - even their sins. Some do so every day, while others only once in a lifetime. A bare-boned army is hanging around at the slope of the gate. They are awating their death holding out their hands - some rupees might come for their cremation. Just 10 rupees, please - a beggar is pushing his hand wrapped in rags to my side. I don't even know for life or for death. For lentils or for wood.

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 23:13:41 +0000

India, Varanasi. It is the greatest honour for a Hindu that the ashes of his corpse are dispersed into the Ganges. An old Hindu is standing early morning on the riverside, at the crematory gate Manikarnik. They are all sipping, sprinkling the Ganges. They are washing their teeth, the laundry and - according to their ancient faith - even their sins. Some do so every day, while others only once in a lifetime. A bare-boned army is hanging around at the slope of the gate. They are awating their death holding out their hands - some rupees might come for their cremation. Just 10 rupees, please - a beggar is pushing his hand wrapped in rags to my side. I don't even know for life or for death. For lentils or for wood.
India, Varanasi. It is the greatest honour for a Hindu that the ashes of his corpse are dispersed into the Ganges. An old Hindu is standing early morning on the riverside, at the crematory gate Manikarnik. They are all sipping, sprinkling the Ganges. They are washing their teeth, the laundry and - according to their ancient faith - even their sins. Some do so every day, while others only once in a lifetime. A bare-boned army is hanging around at the slope of the gate. They are awating their death holding out their hands - some rupees might come for their cremation. Just 10 rupees, please - a beggar is pushing his hand wrapped in rags to my side. I don't even know for life or for death. For lentils or for wood.