Everything we did and saw in almost two months of traveling, has been blown away in a single day: it is impossible to understand the tremendous change we are experiencing, without being here… and we have just crossed a little bridge over a river without water. This is the border between United States and Mexico, between north and south, between the order and the natural disorder, between a head which always wants to lead and a body that hardly tries to quit obeying. We found us in a world suddenly colored, vivacious, frenzied. Streets full of food and goods, music everywhere, ramshackle buses, but above all people, many people. Young men, elderly and children, people who come and people who run away. A little bit of sadness… at last we are in Latin America.