An image where I'd like to go.

It has always been in mind to travel to a distant place. To a vast steppe. No hills around, not in the distance, not even beyond the horizon. Something like a desert, but a freezing cold desert with not so bright white light, with a tint of blue, diffused for the thick layer of dark grey clouds and cover for a harsh brown grass carpet. I’d like to visit a place like that not to see the view, but to feel the wind. It should be strong, cold and dry. In my mind I walk through the grass with a stool in my hand and a mug in the other, I took a place in the middle of the steppe, and stay there, staring while I drink tea.

When I think in that place I’ve always thought in Tierra del Fuego, a distant island at the end of the world, where after the european invasion, the colonization, the Selk'nam genocide and the hunt of every animal in the land there is nothing more than grass and wind. There is no more else than the land itself.

In a less poetic way (or maybe not) a place like that and the towns that were built on it seem to me quite fascinating. I think it faces you with your own existence, the inclemency of the weather and the lack of resources, in comparison with the city, make me wonder the place that I have in the world and the resources and skills that I have on my own to confront the life, and if they are entirely necessaries for living. Can I continue being without them?

In a practical sense and away from being... sad, and glamourized and romanticized depression I would like to say that I don't think that I travel to Tierra del Fuego in a near future mostly because a don't like to planning travels and I don't save money for vacations.