I went to the jungle and fell in love with a native girl
Hi everyone… it’s been a while since I last wrote.
Honestly, I’m still shocked by how fast time has flown. I didn’t expect to disappear for so long myself. It was both simple and not so simple — I went on a journey, into the jungle. Yes, a real jungle — no signal, no internet, no familiar comforts.
At first, everything was as usual: nature, a bit of adventure, new places, new impressions. But then something happened that completely threw me off my usual track. I ended up in an isolated tribe — yes, one of those that live by their own rules, without contact with the outside world. And there, I met her.
I don’t even know how to describe it without sounding cliché… She was a girl from the tribe. Young, beautiful, with a kind of inner strength and simplicity that we, in our civilization, have long forgotten. We barely understood each other with words — but somehow, strangely enough, we understood each other with our hearts.
That’s how our relationship began. Yes — real, close.
I didn’t plan to stay there long, but each day with her felt like the rest of the world was being turned off. I didn’t want the internet, the news, or the noise of daily life. I was just living — with her, in that rhythm of nature, in their way of life, their rituals, by the fire, in the rain, under the stars.
I didn’t return because I wanted to, but because I had to. Deadlines, responsibilities, reality — they all caught up with me. But during all that time, I wasn’t just “away.” I was experiencing something truly important. And yes, now I’m back. Trying to return to the usual rhythm — though inside, a lot has changed.
Thank you to everyone who remembered me and waited during this time.
Yes, I’m alive. And maybe… I’ve become a slightly different person.