40 years in a Jungle, now in 'civilization' ...

[M.D. Holloway]

http://nypost.com/2016/10/04/real-life-tarzan-lived-in-isolated-vietnam-jungle-for-40-years/

Interesting points, he hasn't a concept of the sexes because he has never seen a female human yet he must have witnessed animals and the differences? Also, no social concept of right and wrong pertaining to our society yet is considered the sweetest man.

Sad thing is, they forced him back into society...

[scottmandue]

So... there is a job opening for a Tarzan? Where do i send my resume?

[masraum]

Interesting. So what's the story with the brother that seems pretty normal and well adjusted. Clearly the loss of the wife and daughter made dad go nuts. Tarzan is obviously not stupid, but appears to be completely uneducated other than a little simple language. But his bro seems to be pretty solid.

I read No Surrender: My Thirty Year War by Hiroo Onoda, but his story is very different.

Hirō Onoda (小野田 寛郎 Onoda Hirō, March 19, 1922 – January 16, 2014) was an Imperial Japanese Army intelligence officer who fought in World War II and was a Japanese holdout who did not surrender in 1945. After Onoda spent nearly 30 years holding out in the Philippines, his former commander traveled from Japan to personally issue orders relieving him from duty in 1974

I've also read a bit about other folks over the years that have been isolated from society. I find that stuff interesting.

This is another interesting story, but a bit different.

History, Travel, Arts, Science, People, Places | Smithsonian

The sight that greeted the geologists as they entered the cabin was like something from the middle ages. Jerry-built from whatever materials came to hand, the dwelling was not much more than a burrow—”a low, soot-blackened log kennel that was as cold as a cellar,” with a floor consisting of potato peel and pine-nut shells. Looking around in the dim light, the visitors saw that it consisted of a single room. It was cramped, musty and indescribably filthy, propped up by sagging joists—and, astonishingly, home to a family of five:

The silence was suddenly broken by sobs and lamentations. Only then did we see the silhouettes of two women. One was in hysterics, praying: ‘This is for our sins, our sins.’ The other, keeping behind a post… sank slowly to the floor. The light from the little window fell on her wide, terrified eyes, and we realized we had to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Led by Pismenskaya, the scientists backed hurriedly out of the hut and retreated to a spot a few yards away, where they took out some provisions and began to eat. After about half an hour, the door of the cabin creaked open, and the old man and his two daughters emerged—no longer hysterical and, though still obviously frightened, “frankly curious.” Warily, the three strange figures approached and sat down with their visitors, rejecting everything that they were offered—jam, tea, bread—with a muttered, “We are not allowed that!” When Pismenskaya asked, “Have you ever eaten bread?” the old man answered: “I have. But they have not. They have never seen it.” At least he was intelligible. The daughters spoke a language distorted by a lifetime of isolation. “When the sisters talked to each other, it sounded like a slow, blurred cooing.”


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