We sat on a small metal boat and glided downriver, meandering through foliage and tiny mines. Armed with weighing scales, magnifying glasses and rucksacks stuffed with cash, the Venezuelan traders stopped at countless small-scale mines along the water. “I have diamonds in my blood!” mused one as macaws patrolled the jungle canopy.
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