Santa Teresa
Santa Teresa, my family’s farm in Uruguay. The nearest tiny village is 15 kilometers away over mainly dirt road.
One week. No TV. No radio. No newspaper. No phone. No Internet.
A chicken passes by. A leaf falls down.
One week. No deadlines. No dilemmas.
Two cows stare at me, curious but coy, just like me at times.
One week. No feelings of missing extraordinary opportunities. No ambition for being recognized.
A boy runs away from my camera. A dog barks.
One week. Right here. Right now.
