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I was never afraid until I learned that they traded guns for grapes and that the rainforests were full of diamonds. An American collector of ethnographic Tinga Tinga art told me tales of banditry at Lushoto in the 70's which first planted the seeds of darkness in my mind. I was doomed to a slow death in the Tropics of sleeping sickness or a fate unravelled in Dundee. I chose the former. ~ O.Z.B