My brother is driving his car trough a landscape plenty of a poor variety of colors. Some yellows, light browns, ocher, and above us, a sky-blue dome follows the little metallic creatures walking like ants on the gray catwalk. The caravan of one camel was crossing the desert.

     His hands knows well how to drive, is like an automatic memory working all the time, totally autonomous from his will. His eyes are tired, but is used to that work since some years ago. He knows every story in that road and from time to time he tells me about some death in that place, "can you se that signal? he was a truck driver and was very sleepy when his truck goes away from the road. He had  a family on one city close to mine"

     Ancient giants covered with dusty sheets fills our vision whatever we want to watch, blocking us and the life, the poor life of that land. Sometimes I think is like a powerful advice of God, "look poor mortal, I'm still great and powerful, and I can take and give life if I want". But for Juan... I wonder his thoughts. Is he thinking about all those feverish creations of my mind? Is he thinking about the next city he have to visit? How much time he need to return to his home? But he knows those mountains, knows all the names, and sometimes he can create new ones, "this is the nipple hill" said about one, and I was agree about the resemblance. In some way he's a new Spanish conqueror, and with his eyes and mind he's creating a new country. He's Don Juan de Miranda.

     Many years ago people was doing the same route, with thirsty horses, dying by the cruel caress the Sun was giving to them. Now, in Juan's car, with a shitty air conditioning, very far from that time, that agony was just another ancient story from impossible people.

     A long green tongue gave us something refreshing to see when we arrived to our destiny. A little valley and a little town was waiting for us.  How delicate is the balance between life and death when you can see clearly in the north of Chile. In both sides the rocks dinosaurs warning us, in the middle our hopes, fears, lives.

     Soon we have to go back to the car, the work is ready. Just 30 minutes and all is ok. Is so weird, two hours driving to do something so short, and now the large gray snake is waiting again for us, to swallow us into it's hot stomach.

     Couple of CD's later, and a talk about our childhood and our future plans I asked him how he know his city is close. He said "in 15 minutes we will see a bend with some signals", imperceptible signal when finally I could see. "when I see that signal, that little signal on one side of the road, I know I'm in home, I'm already in home". I saw his face, and I was agree, he was in home.