"Have you ever pondered this question?" Ingrid gulped down half a glass of beer and then licked the foam from the corners of her mouth, "What's 'common sense' to one may not be so to another."
"In the jungles of Paraguay, there exists a hunting and gathering tribe that has survived to this day. They are known as the 'Ache People.' The Ache are no strangers to killing their own. If an Ache woman gets too old and becomes a burden to the tribe, a young man will stealthily approach her from behind, waiting for the opportunity to cleave her head with an axe. A man of the Ache might kill his aunt, his uncle's wife, or his mother's sister during his youth... According to Ache customs, if a valuable member of the tribe dies, they would kill a little girl to accompany the deceased."
