Patagonia, the wind is mighty and blows steadily, it creates a wall of silence and isolation around the few people who walk through the streets of south Argentinean towns. It shapes their character and lives day after day.
Nicholas Shakespeare, in the introduction to Bruce Chatwin’s book In Patagonia, writes: “In Patagonia, the isolation makes it easy to exaggerate the person you are: the drinker drinks; the devout prays; the lonely grows lonelier, sometimes fatally.”
After a few days spent there, I noticed that I became more silent. I couldn’t hear anymore the people talking to me, I couldn’t hear anymore the sound of my voice: the wind stole my words.