Marching down Arístides and Emilio Civil streets to the gates of the Park means crossing the zone where shepherds and tourists are. They couldn't believe what they were seeing with their own eyes. The drums are the call, and whoever needs to hear it will obey it. More than twenty thousand people singing. The entire province related, and I can't tell you how beautiful it is. What can I tell you if they just walked it, each carries in their eyes their river, from the four cardinal points, what am I saying: from ten thousand directions. In the square, I saw people from the Garrahan hospital healing the feet of their relatives. With empanadas and a vegetable soup served in glasses. The desert night, the tiny lights of a couple of cars and a steaming pot. Add a rolling bush and a lizard hiding under a stone. And the caravan arrived. At every point on the road it was like this: an outpouring of love, an abundance of shared food, the addition of the steps of new walkers. Too bad, lizard, that you can't feel something like that. Sanmartinian, before the Incas, Qhapaq Ñan the path of the righteous. What they traveled. I saw a girl sleeping on a flag in the grass. I saw boys and girls with faces that showed that tomorrow they will definitely drink pure water, no matter what. From our steps now, everything depends. 'Agua-nte' knows this is just the beginning, there's no need to rush but rather to be clever, and to enjoy what happens. While I was walking, I played the classic game: the first wild creature that appears, I will be it today. And the drums. The Legislature with a double fence, one of the tallest. It is urgent to plant yourself in the Zone of Dignity, wherever you are. I saw with the eyes of a drone rivers and rivers of people. The meeting between the columns from the north and the south happened at dawn, on one side and the other the moon was setting. What would we be without those old groves that our ancestors planted to shelter us from the sun and the zonda wind. In Tunuyán they cut the road, intermittently, until the gendarmerie came and they sang the anthem when they saw it coming. It was a sublime moment. Too bad, lizard, that you can't feel something like that. And worse, there are some who think they have made history by pressing a button, those... sadly famous. You can feel it, you can feel it, the relatives are coming, was the song at the union of the columns. And more recently, the one we cut in 2019, dancing chacareras until we recovered Law 7722. Blisters the size of a baby's fist, huge drops of water surrounded by skin, the feet of the highlanders, the valley dwellers, and the payunos. And worse, there are some who think they have made history by pressing a button, those... sadly famous». I wanted a condor to appear, it would be nice, or a puma in the vast wetland surrounding the sources of the Mendoza River, where it meets the transparent waters coming from the glaciers that we see from a new perspective. But no, the first animal I saw was a curious little fox, who probably went to tell whoever would listen that humans have gone crazy again, and they are singing about water and the mountains along route seven. «At every point on the road it was like this: an outpouring of love, an abundance of shared food, the addition of the steps of new walkers». By Eugenia Segura | Collaborative coverage AnRed, Huella del Sur, Uspallata Assembly, Que Arda Radio, Water Archive, FM Alas and La Mosquitera. They told me that the people from Colonia Segovia left in a couple of cars, in the middle of the night, with a little fire, a grill, and a pot, to wait for them by the side of the road. Have you ever played this? While politicians keep making statements in the mass media, more and more people are going to the road junction, and then all afternoon holding the call in the streets of Mendoza, until the 19:00 noise that overflowed its banks. The center of Mendoza is stratified into three zones according to social class. Chronicle of the Liberating feat for Pure Water, Uspallata-Potrerillos-City of Mendoza, December 9, 2025. Six hundred police in uniform inside the offices, emptied of public employees for the session. The reaction to the board with the 29 to 6 buttons plus one abstention, was a serene fury that concentrated on Mitre street, and set off along the boulevard's shadow. Without the usual chain when they don't want things to rot. Then we dispersed... they say from there. The road junction closure, the same but similar. There were no disturbances or repression because there was no order for repression, nor was there a need to stretch the situation to that extreme. The alpargatas that make a chirping sound.
