“Who will save Parana? »

Her name is Parana. He’s my age, in my children’s books. I can still see him, wearing a loincloth and fishing with a spear while his mother prepared a plate of cassava for him. They said he was a “Little Indian.” My father told me that they were killed to steal their land. And I cried.

Today, at COP30 in Belém, I found it on display. He is now called a “native”. Words change, not fate. The environment was destroyed, the trees in the forests were cut down, the rivers were poisoned. And I always want to cry.

Parana is still my age, but she is already an adult. Meanwhile, the world is getting smaller. Not in size, but in human values, in compassion, in clarity. Suddenly I felt like the last 60 years had been in vain. For decades, I have worked to show that there are thousands of environmentally friendly and economically beneficial innovations, across all sectors – and they make the transition not only possible, but desirable.