"When he was found by the police and brought down from the mountains, an untroubled, simple adolescence among animals and birds was cruelly cut short. He had always found it hard to relate to humans, who were baffled by his ignorance and infuriated by his inability to communicate.... [Marcos Rodríguez Pantoja] told me he was still a child, only six or seven, the first time he encountered wolves. He was looking for shelter from a storm when he stumbled across a den. Not knowing any better, he entered the cave and fell asleep with the pups. The she-wolf had been out hunting, and when she returned with food, she growled and snarled at the boy. He thought the wolf was going to attack him, he says, but she let him take a piece of the meat instead. Wolves are not the only animals he lived among: he says he made friends with foxes and snakes, and that his enemy was the wild boar. He says he spoke to them all in a mix of grunts, howls and half-remembered words: 'I couldn’t tell you what language it was, but I did speak.'... 'When a person talks, they might say one thing but mean another. Animals don’t do that,' Rodríguez told me.... José España, a biologist and specialist in wolf behaviour, who knows Rodríguez.. says... 'When [Rodríguez] says the fox laughed at him, or that he had to tell off the snake, he gives us a version of the true reality, what he believes happened – or how, at least, he explained the reality to himself,' Janer told me. 'Marcos’s mind was desperate for social acceptance,' he told me, 'so instead of understanding the animals’ presence as incentivised by the food, he thought they were trying to make friends.'"
From "How to be human: the man who was raised by wolves/Abandoned as a child, Marcos Rodríguez Pantoja survived alone in the wild for 15 years. But living with people proved to be even more difficult" in The Guardian.
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Rome wasn't built in a day. Wolves are slow teachers.
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He learned to say "fuck!" from the nuns--or the wolves?
Just as well he didn't fall in with some priests.
Barandela decided to take him back to Rante
He seems to have been pushed around by people at every turn, even the well intended.
It is a nice story.
We will be finding out it is not true if we hear anything about it at all.
But worth a good solid 15 minutes of attention from the gullible.
I'll say it, nonsense.
I'm sorry. My first instinct is to wonder how many months (or years) before this is found to be all fiction?
All the news is fake now. At least this one's got cool details.
He was wearing a deer skin when he was found. So he learned to skin and tan a hide okay. Very clever
There has to be an Uncle Remus and throw me back in the briar patch joke there somewhere, but I can't sus it out.
Well, I’ll say this: The poorest people I’ve seen in the Western world were probably in Southern Spain, where there is a population of unlanded, semi-itinerant laborers and gypsies. Between Seville and Malaga I was a bit taken aback. It’s close enough for a lot of extremely drunken Brits familiar with the Costa Del Sol to become engaged, too...hence the British tabloids.
The war divided some families and meant a return to semi-primitive conditions. I’ve heard a few stories from around Madrid.
My windmill: The matter of those seeking meaning through modern movements, thus seeking a Romanticized, primitive vision of Nature and Man. I suspect some are drawn to environmentalism and the hippie, Collectivist simple Life as an escape hatch or popular pastoral image in which to return, fall asleep and dream. The wine will be sweeter, the song more liberating, the seasons deeper. Nostalgia for youth and wildness. Youthful desire for a world to match earnest hopes heaped like cloud-castles upon the horizon.
I’ve come to see Jeremy Corbyn as a kind of shabby, itinerant soothsayer or priest: As if Ned Ludd were real and started a cult around calls for a purer, more moral life, wandering the countryside in corduroy, speaking preposterously bad ideas.
Achilles said...
It is a nice story.
Yes, along the lines of the one told in Life of Pi.
If we can't trust The Guardian and old Spaniards, who can we trust?
Man in Black: No good. I've known too many Spaniards.
Viral marketing. They must be brining back Lucan!
He seems autistic.
'Marcos’s mind was desperate for social acceptance,' he told me, 'so instead of understanding the animals’ presence as incentivised by the food, he thought they were trying to make friends.'"
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He can now become a cat lady.
tim in vermont said...
There has to be an Uncle Remus and throw me back in the briar patch joke there somewhere, but I can't sus it out.
More like Uncles Romulus and Remus?
John Lynch said...
He seems autistic.
His face reminds me of Robbin Williams' pained expression in less jocular moments toward the end of his life.
He thought the wolf was going to attack him, he says, but she let him take a piece of the meat instead.
I must call b.s. on this. But his compelling story in general has enough independent verification to check out.
More like Uncles Romulus and Remus?
That's what comes to mind. But did this guy actually suck at the wolf's teat?
Just support for my theory that everyone's view of how the world works is formed around the age 18.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE
What does the fox say?
Click Clickable.
@CJinPA:But his compelling story in general has enough independent verification to check out
Read closer. He's the only source. Everyone else is repeating what he told them, and most of them say they didn't really believe everything.
Was Marina Chapman really brought up by monkeys? Her daughter wrote a book about her mother's experiences, The Girl With No Name.
Marina Chapman says she isn't as mobile as she once was. It's not so easy to climb trees these days, let alone swing from them. Well, she is about 60 or 62 years old – maybe older. She's not sure. Chapman is tiny, sinewy, bendy. At times she doesn't look quite human – a bit simian, a bit feline and quite beautiful.
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Perhaps it's not surprising that Marina Chapman seems different from the rest of us. In her formative years, she says, she grew up with monkeys. Only monkeys. For around five years (again, she's unsure – there is no reliable means of measuring) she says she lived deep in the Colombian jungle with no human company. She remembers learning to fend for herself – eating berries and roots, nabbing bananas dropped by the monkeys, sleeping in holes in trees and walking on all fours. By the time she was rescued by hunters, she says, she had lost her language completely. And that's when life really got tough. She claims she was sold into a brothel in the city of Cúcuta, lived as a street urchin and was enslaved by a mafia family, before being saved by a neighbour and eventually moving to Bradford, Yorkshire. Which is where we find her today.
It's an unbelievable story, and many have chosen not to believe her. Most publishers refused to touch her forthcoming book because they thought she was a fake. The Girl With No Name certainly raises interesting questions about authenticity and memory. Is Marina Chapman a fantasist who has embellished her past or a childlike woman trying to make sense of a remarkable childhood?
EDH said...
tim in vermont said...
There has to be an Uncle Remus and throw me back in the briar patch joke there somewhere, but I can't sus it out.
More like Uncles Romulus and Remus?
*dead*
This type of story pops up now and then. I remember one from India and one from South Africa. They always turn out to be false. A child simply cannot live alone in the wild and wolves will not feed them. A human has a hard time eating raw meat and I really don't think a wolf would nurse a human 5 year old. Who would teach the child what to eat?
Now if you have an autistic child who is feral in a human community and goes out a lot into the woods and encounters animals a lot, sure they could commune with some of them. Not the same as being raised by them.
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