#borneo

#borneo

The banana skins were an ominous sign. As was the branch that had been broken off to get to the fruit. Had Edi Ramli walked into the forest, he might have seen scattered balls of bark that had been ripped off trees, chewed like gum, then spat out. It takes a powerful jaw to do that. Closer to Edi's home, there was an intricate construction of bent and broken branches high in a tree. The nest. It was October, the fruiting season. The pile of half-eaten bananas was less than a minute's walk from where Edi and his family slept. He felt nervous.