Asunción is just a name on the map in South America's most unsettling country. Slowly, the Rio Paraguay flows in the Chaco heat. You come without expectations and walk without sadness.
Crowded we sleep on sacks of potatoes and onions. The box of garlic and the drunk next to me pollute the air. It is raining and a toddler is crying bitterly. Then, as if in a dream, the sound of Thomas Anders is still sounding. "Brother Loui, Loui, Loui ...". So we had not imagined the whole thing.