I walk on roads that others have already trodden, the wind has erased their tracks.

I walk with ideas and intentions, but they get lost in the immense solitude of Atacama. I walk to understand, to feel vulnerable, I walk to find, as the poet said, a people lying in their habit.

I stop to look, to look attentively at people.

I want to see, I want to know before leaving, what the desert makes of them, what this land says about me.

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