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Perhaps it can be argued that time always goes the same way, but it is hard for me to believe. The trip to Salta seems to never end, I really can't see the hours of meeting up with my aunt Anita. Once I get there, the best of my childhood comes back through my head; cornstarch alfajorcitos, tea cups with that unique taste and the classic stories of the aunt that intrigue and captivate even the most indifferent person. We get inside the car to visit the city (Yes, no matter how many times you visit it, you never finish discovering this place). Anita takes me to the old train station, where she used to receive her father after his work trips; She drops a tear and I pretend I don't realize. We pass through the colonial walk of the city with its old lanterns, cobblestone streets, and murals full of art. We visited the convent cafe, in the historic center of Salta, and she tells me that she cannot believe how time has passed, how worried she is about what is happening in the world and how she would like to generate genuine changes. We talk about the past and the present. We discuss how the future can be. Sometimes it is difficult to see how the country seems to have forgotten those who sacrificed their lives for it. My aunt, a great scientific researcher rejected numerous work offers throughout her life with the sole purpose of devoting herself fully to research for the development of the country. Perhaps science and environment are not always a very popular topic for political campaigns. Finally we visit the dike on the outskirts of the city. My aunt tells me that all her life she thought that the country could genuinely change. I tell him not to lose hope. He replies that it's too late. I did not realize how fast time had passed, it is almost night. I take Aunt Anita to her house and I keep thinking. The united nations constantly warn about the serious environmental problems we face and the threat they represent to all generations. I am sorry to think of all the investigations of Aunt Anita and all the scientists whose names we do not know. All the time wasted and the inaction of the government. I still think things may be different. The next day I return home. Along the way I hear that the region reached a new record in its temperature.