An office. A desk, covered with papers and books, some of them pushed aside to make way for a tape-recorder. Behind the desk, an American Investigator. Sitting at an angle, facing the microphone nervously, Ataide Pereira, wearing a check shirt and baggy trousers. In his lap a sweat-stained hat.

Investigator   Move a little closer.

Pereira   Yes sir.
Yes I do.

Investigator   How did you come to be involved in all this In the first place?

Pereira   Well.

Investigator   How did you feel about the mission?

Pereira   O.K.

Investigator   How many of you were there?

Pereira   Six.

Investigator   Tell me about the expedition.

Pereira   Well it was no picnic

Investigator   What happened then?

Pereira   Well nothing really.

Investigator   Go on.

Pereira   We knew we were warm