The escape from the city of a man driven away by the hypocrisy and the farse of bourgeois society becomes an epic of brave but doubly defeated men: once by the harshness of the natural world and twice by the perverse morality of the slave drivers of the Amazonic rubber plantations. At the same time intrepid and unwary are these men.
Spurred by futile dreams, they follow a path of mirages, the trail marks of Death lying in the bush. They ignore the terrible, centripetal force that drags them in; they ignore that they are tracking a dark and terrifying animal that lies hidden in the jungle.
