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The driver accelerated into a cloud of earth and sky, it seemed to mix with the speed and the wind brought about the occasional gray rock. On the desert roads of Potosí there are no laws or limits to drive, of course, no gasoline station. But the driver and guide, Juan, knew the whole area, each curve and each rock as if there were different monuments of a city. We announced that we would soon arrive at the “Salar de Uyuni” and we should return to the car at the agreed time. "Welcome to heaven" they announced. When we reached The Earth where the ground gleam. He was certainly right, it was heaven and I wanted to lose himself in it for a long time. As he knew the trap of that mirror place, Juan said again that we were leaving before sunset because otherwise we would lose the road until the next day. You don’t want be left behind in a desert of salt. The only transportation you can carry out is a 4x4 shared with other foreign strangers. They tell us that we travel alone, but I am sure that a traveler is never alone. We take off our shoes and walk barefoot on the salt flat because the water reaches our heels. It was like walking in a bed of mirrors, the sun cooked my skin and the cold was gone. There was no way to stay without sunglasses because the sky and the floor shone as one. We went to our hotel, we saw the mountains that seemed drawn in the distance. They became real as they emerged from the arid white zone into the lumpy coffee. We reached the top on a journey in circles that shaped that hill. A party community awaited us, it was a “Ch´alla” Tuesday, so the 30 people, mostly older people, a few children, celebrated Mother Earth with beer and food. We wrap ourselves in streamers and laughter as if we were the neighbors of a lifetime. In the community hostel we shared dinner with all the travelers, the great family from the road, the next day they would all continue their tour, but for one night we celebrated the food that the owner of the hostel prepared for us and the wine that Juan gave us. The night calls to music, because the silence lodges until the corner of the bodies. There were only fifteen houses, a community bathroom and a sale, it seemed that we were all breathing at the same time, because you can hear the night´s shigh. Without electricity or signal, we went out to see the spectacle of the stars and a storm arriving. A woman from Berlin was next to me, she told me she has been traveling around America alone, and I asked “How do you do it? You don´t even speak Spanish” She said “I guess I had to leave the fear at home, and then you connect with all the world, it is not necessary to speak the same language” "How could I connect to a world that does not speak my language?" I thought, traveling, I answered myself. I won´t lie, that cold doesn´t get away, not even sleeping. But, it was worth stay outside at night. Completely far away of the world I knew it.