Legend, unreported, a boat from the Dalmatian island of Brac, Croatia, arrived in the land after a breakdown or a mix of destination. Remained, the Croatian . That occurred between 1880 and 1920. Whatever. Suffering and hope should not be far away. Some came in search of gold, others of salt, some became farmers, others 
merchants. All prospered. Those who stayed and who moved further to the North, to Antofagasta seeking better weather and the bread, particularly that, bread. I thought a lot about them. I have no data on the docking accident or not. But I guess the landing. Whole families, single men, mothers with children, stowaways, and young entrepreneurs who today would be considered children. All tanned, tired expressions, weary from the months at sea, the sun, wind rain and tearing their faces. Before there were creams. Your skin must have suffered enough. His garments, fleeces, faded, damp, filthy, wrapped in a thousand layers.
Their expressions betray them, upset, confused, see you down the ladder to the boat that takes them ashore. Some weep with emotion. At the very bottom of your being there is a force that keeps them alive yet, is called hope. New lands . illusions. Now begins the hard work: adaptation, built with the legacy they carry. 
Was it in winter, was in the summer?. determinant. The first is long, hard, and never would have imagined, the second untimely, misleading. I wish they came with the sun, with the latter. The winter here has to be hell, ice, wind, more wind. Rain, snow. Latitude 52 South. Far to the south.
Wind Effects weather makes us, shapes us. We need to adapt to it. We live according to the meteorology, the dictates of nature. The wind could not be otherwise. How is the wind? What his fury! Cause major disasters and great benefits. The Chilean coast is windy, I have not felt the breeze, but the gale, the blizzard and how much stronger further south, the colder and wetter. And how any climate event I wonder what people are living under such weather conditions.
In my effects, the strong winds confuses me, confuses me, I feel good, I feel unsteady and I bitter. Now I am bitter, I have already spent in the North, something I wrote, I agree. The air, heavy, fast, keeps you thinking, neurons lose some connectivity and short circuits are formed, and if you live moments of doubt, the worse. That has caused me.
The cold light Southern Wind power causes much movement and wetlands. clouds do not run, fly, hysterical. On the same day you can have all four seasons. Great. That inevitably has immediate effects in the light, is also much more oblique than in the Mediterranean area and from the point of Ecuador, vertical as herself. Here the light is horizontal, is cold to warm sunset tones become icy. To speak when clouds appear, the fog. The light is pure cobalt. The sunrises are slow and late, eternal sunset, just do not get, and yet is always on the verge of disappearing.
Adios, Chile.
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