In 2023, like thousands of Brazilians and Argentines, I was affected by the floods of the Uruguay River. My home, where I live and work, is my fort and I refused to leave it until the last moment. I saw myself trapped and every day hoped that those had been the last centimeters. The tension of seeing the river coming as I continued working on the demands I had at the time was remarkable for me and the privilege of working with what I love became even more latent. Finally, the water did not enter in my home this time and returned after a while standing at my door. However, I saw many people lose things difficult to regain. In those days it seemed that all that existed in the world was the river, but the river was only a part of the world.
