This year in spring, a trip to South America took me, or rather to Argentina, Chile and Bolivia. Chile made a lasting impression on me, but especially the light conditions in Valparaíso, where I went on a day trip. Graffiti as far as the eye can see and only cable chaos, because removing the cable would be too expensive and time-consuming. I always had to think back to that specific day. The impressions really followed me. So I had to put them on paper to shake off the demons. Or was it just the magic of Latin America that enchanted me, just like it says on the wall of the house?