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to receive food.

It was a time of great drought in Niger, 1973.

For Lelia was more difficult because she was pregnant.

I remember once we were there,

in a friend's house in Niamey.

Then came the marabout of Niamey.

Llia was wearing shorts, she was gorgeous.

And the marabout came, sat down,

and said Lelia.

"Come out, sit on my lap."

"Oh," I said,

"Marabout sir, there is a small problem,

this woman is pregnant

our first child.

You better stay here. "

He understood the need ...

the lack of synchronization at that time.

And finally, we talked so much that it was a kilo of sugar,

as happy as if he had gone with Lelia.

His son Julian was born in Paris in 1974.

There's my future colleague and co-director.

Llia continued to support Sebastiao around as a young mother.

He worked hard in their studies

and to present the work of Sebastiao everywhere.

In magazines, newspapers and agencies.

And so,

after some relevant publications,

both they found the courage to conceive her first major photographic project.

"Other Americas".

It would take Sebastiao throughout South America.

The small Juliano got used

the long absences of her father.

OTHER AMERICAS:

After leaving Brazil in 1969,

I started to really miss Latin America.

And I decided to make a trip

to neighboring Brazil.

Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia ...

Also it sounded to see mountains of Latin America.

The Andes.

At that time, Latin America, there was a profound social upheaval.

Theology of Liberation.

On that trip I met a young priest in Ecuador,

Gabicho named.

We fear the same age, a young photographer and a young priest.

He was the one who carried the word of God,

farmers organized into cooperatives, introducing solidarity.

And when he had all these communities to reach,

I could make impressive trips.

Here we were more than 3,000 meters.

Sometimes we climbed slopes of 600 to 700 meters per day.

But I greatly enjoyed living in this landscape,

in those communities.

These are the Saraguros, a group of Indians in southern Ecuador.

Very religious, but also heavy drinkers of alcohol.

More than half of the community, on weekends, men and women

They are completely drunk.

The farmer left

It called Lupe, Guadalupe.

Lupe was my friend.

At that time, I had very long hair,

blonde and very long.

And he had a big beard, redhead and blonde.

One day we were walking through the mountains,

He approached me and told me. "Look, Sebastiao,

I know that you have sent from heaven. "

Because according to legend Saraguros

the gods, to the image of Christ,

They return to Earth to see them, to observe

and see who deserved heaven.

While touring the mountains, he took the opportunity to tell his life.

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