From distant Patagonia to northern “Puna”, the wind is a loyal companion, sometimes painful. The wind whips the peaks, disturbs sleeping sands, pumps water from hopeless soils, tears the roofs, dries salt lakes, removes all traces of the past and produces energy. Its unconquerable generosity  is as great as its ingratitude. Wind just passes. There should be something to make of this balance.
As a Hindu proverb says: “The wind purifies the road.” The Road to the Future in Argentina is indicated by the wind, a small fraction of God’s Breath should serve to bring light, to produce, to cook, to pump, to build, to remove, to save, to rotate, to replace, to sustain. Or should we give the way to wind as we need to give the way to the fools ?