We left the waterfalls, and follow one of the two rivers that delimit our Mesopotamia..
we arrive at the Rio de la Plata..
There is a special place, a small island at middle of it, between Argentina and Uruguay..
Martin Garcia , its name ..
Witness of many facts at our history... battles for our independence at the river...
a prision, for common and for political prisoners..
When it was closed, its inside was destroyed, but they kept the walls, the windows and gates..
I imagined the feeling of those leaving... and I remember something i read long ago..
"As a fish only knows what water means, when it is taken out of it.. a man can only know the whole meaning of freedom when he looses it.. "