The borders between the south of Brazil, Uruguay and Argentina are weak, the area is very homogeneous, the immense pampa occasionally interrupted by some cities and finally the mega-cities of Montevideo and then Buenos Aires.
The roads run through endless territories with no human traces, then suddenly appear faster gauchos on horseback directing endless herds of cattle.
This is the journey through the Uruguay. These impressions of a fleeting day in Uruguay.
The images in the mind of many months spent in Brazil and the promise of making a last Argentine dream, kept in the drawer for a long time.