Where we come from is who we are, but we choose every day who we become. My family is not perfect, but they made me who I am. And gave me chances they never had, my future, whatever it, is it’s our shared Legacy. —JD Vance
Los Índios Tabajaras的曲子再次在耳边想起的时候你就知道这里的过去和未来属于蛮荒大地上那些现在已“失声”的人们远道而来的野心家总会迎来自己的溃败“文明”的欧洲曾是阿根廷人的噩梦但又是某些人不愿意醒来的美梦有那么一些瞬间时空确实在南美这片大地上停下了它的脚步殖民者和被殖民者都被囚禁其中