This is the actual river farm where Elisabeth was born. Elisabeth's Uncle Walter loaned me his motorcycle and I travel these roads as a free spirit. The Germans there, some who had supported Hitler in World War II, call me "Das American." Once I had married one of their own. I become accepted, and sometimes trusted. I quickly learn that the year a family came to Brazil tells their politics. Those who came around World War One, were simply farmers seeking good land, they were following pioneers who cleared this rich land. Those who arrived just before World War Two were German Jews running from Hitler. Those who arrived just after the war were Hitler supporters fleeing the Allies. Interesting that they all lived together and united because of their common language. The work-around socially is to establish arrival year and avoid certain topics. Once I hear Elisabeth's grandmother advise a man not to talk about the war around Das American. To the younger generation Hitler is a ghost from history. Everywhere I see and photograph beautiful blond farm dwellers--girls making cheese and bread, boys on Ford tractors with dogs loping beside like a scene from Lassie. This is the sort of country that makes one want to go to town for a movie and ice cream, and the movie industry and good schools educated these young people., Sophie's Choice and Schindler List were movies the young people wanted to discuss with The American over cold beers as fireflies danced and crickets sang on the river.