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The Chronicle of Akakor
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Tatunca Nara in the Country of the White Barbarians

In the year 12,451 (1970) I spent eight moons in the land of our worst enemies. I will never forget this time.
It was the bitterest experience of my life and clearly showed me how different the hearts of both peoples
are. Only wealth, power, and violence count for the White Barbarians. Their thoughts are entangled like the
brush in the Great Swamps where nothing green and fertile can grow. But the Ugha Mongulala live
according to the bequest of the Gods. And they allotted to all tribes and peoples their own place and
sufficient land for their livelihood. They brought light to mankind for illumination and to spread their
wisdom and knowledge.

The realization of the White Barbarians’ inexorability was all the more difficult to bear since my first
contacts seemed to be successful. The officers I had rescued interceded for me, and I was introduced to a
high Brazilian official. I told him about my people’s distress and asked for his help. The white leader
listened to me in surprise and promised to pass on my report. In the meantime, he sent me to Manaus, where
I was to await the decision of the high council of Brazil.
For three months I lived in a camp of soldiers of the White Barbarians. They were well trained and knew
life on the rivers and in the liana wilderness. They went on regular campaigns to the most distant territories
of their empire. I learned from them to my dismay that the White Barbarians were engaged in warfare on
practically all frontiers. In the Mato Grosso they fought against the Tribe of Wanderers. In the headwater
regions of the Great River they were burning down the settlements of the Tribe of Evil Spirits. In the
country of the Akahim they attacked the savage tribes and drove them back into the mountains.

I had not yet gotten over the terrible descriptions of the white soldiers when I was summoned to the capital
of Brazil. Here I reported for a second time on the despair and distress of my people. I revealed the history
of the Ugha Mongulala to the highest leaders of the White Barbarians. My listeners were surprised. They
were prepared to check my report and also had me contact a German representative. He received me kindly
and listened to me attentively. But then he declared that he could not believe my story because there had
never been an invasion of 2,000 German soldiers in Brazil. Even the names I mentioned did not convince
him. He impatiently asked me to place the fate of my people into the hands of the White Barbarians.
Barely two years have passed since this conversation. On the frontier between Bolivia and Brazil alone,
seven Allied Tribes have been exterminated by the White Barbarians, among them the proud warriors of the
Black Hearts and the Great Voice. Four savage tribes have fled into the headwater region of the Red River
to escape extinction. One third of my people fell victim to the weapons of the White Barbarians. Is that what
the representative of the Germans meant when he advised me to place the destiny of my people into the
hands of the White Barbarians?

Such are the White Barbarians. Their hearts are full of hatred. Their deeds are cruel. They have
no understanding. They have envious faces and two hearts, black and white at the same time.
They lust after wealth and power. They plan malice against the Chosen Tribes, who have not
done them any harm. But the Gods are just. They punish those who break their bequest. The
White Barbarians will pay dearly for their crimes. They shall expiate their sins. For the circle is
closing. Ominous signs are in the sky. The third Great Catastrophe, which will destroy them, as
water destroys fire and light destroys darkness, is no longer far away.
I had already spent seven moons in the land of the White Barbarians. Then one of their leaders said he
would accompany me to the Great Cataract, twenty hours’ walk away from Akakor. Here he wanted to
establish the first contact with my people. Only a year later, an expedition by a larger group of white
soldiers to the capital of the Ugha Mongulala was to be planned. This gave me time to prepare my people
for their arrival. I was happy; my task seemed fulfilled. But once again the White Barbarians showed their
evil hearts. They broke the agreement they had themselves suggested and arrested me in Rio Branco. They

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