There are no spirits or snakes tonight and the forest around the village is quiet. Fifteen-year-old
Ihjãc has nightmares since he lost his father. He is an indigenous Krahô from the north of Brazil.
Ihjãc walks into darkness, his sweaty body moves with fright. A distant chant comes through the
palm trees. His father’s voice calls him to the waterfall: it's time to organize the funerary feast so
the spirit can depart to village of the dead. The mourning must cease. Denying his duty and in order to escape a crucial process of becoming a shaman, Ihjãc runs away to the city. Far from his people and culture, he faces the reality of being indigenous in contemporary Brazil.