In the forest, on the banks of a muddy river, children play on the wreck of a washed up boat. The voice over reads an extract of the tale of Fitzcarraldo. The wreck becomes the vessel which transports them beyond space and time. Other images come, in black and white, slightly out of focus; it is the same forest, Indians bend under bundles of rubber. They load up a boat. Today, men go down the river in a dugout canoe. The swish of saws, a muffled, but powerful thud cuts the air, a tree falls. Lucho has decided to rest in the village. Some evenings the techno cumbia remix the musical part of the selva... The youths drink and dance. They dream of dance floors and money. Late in the evening David fishes in the lake. He listens to the Amazonian night. He says that there are dead fish who still hear the gods of the river breathing.