I lived in grass huts in a jungle in the Philippines for three weeks with tribal people.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was raised in a tribal situation, among cannibal people.
My family actually lived in the same village for about 400 years. They had great stability until the last century. People lived and intermarried in small villages.
My father worked in agriculture, and I got to travel round remote rural areas with him and see a bit of the landscape and people.
Tribal life comes automatically to an end when a primitive people begins to live in a town or a city, for sooner or later a tribal organization is found to be incompatible with life in a city.
Finding shelter with nomads in the desert during summer was a matter of survival for me and my animals.
I come from a tiny mining town in the rainforest in an island at the end of the world. My grandparents were illiterate.
If you go back in time you'll find tribes that were essentially only concerned with their own tribal members. If you were a member of another tribe, you could be killed with impunity.
I was raised in a lower-income family, and we were wild.
I was a farm kid from the plains of South Venezuela, from a very poor family. I grew up in a palm tree house with an earthen floor.
I sailed around Europe and lived with the Karen tribe in Thailand for a month.