Insight

The "rural hippie" as he defined himself, built with his hands an small house in the bush in a place conducive to introspection and spirituality, where to plant the earth, give courses of basketry and isolate, as an ideal of life and as a critique of the current society, consumer and pollutant.

"I had to see the devil to look for The Light," Tonho said.

Environments of dubious legality and tavern friendships sheltered his voyages by sea. Perhaps She, "The Light", was the one who returned him to the origin to recover the trade with which his father had conquered his mother, the artisanal basketwork.

The "rural hippie" as he defined himself, built with his hands an small house in the bush in a place conducive to introspection and spirituality, where to plant the earth, give courses of basketry and isolate, as an ideal of life and as a critique of the current society, consumer and pollutant.

In his last message, in August, Tonho responded to how the pandemic was going: "Waiting for the world to react and wild capitalism to lose control".

Maybe he ran out of strength to wait or got tired of it; maybe he went in search of The Light. Maybe none of that. We’ll never know what demon drove him to take his life in December of a grim 2020.