"Turning back to Salta, he reappeared at the hospital and was asked by the staff what he had seen on his journey. "In truth, what do I see?" he reflected. "At least I am not nourished in the same ways as the tourists, and I find it strange to find, on the tourist brochures of Jujuy, for example, the Altar of the Fatherland, the cathedral where the national ensign was blessed, the jewel of the pulpit and the miraculous little virgin of Rio Blanco and Pompeii. ... No, one doesn't come to know a country or find an interpretation of life in this way. That is a luxurious facade, while its true soul is reflected in the sick of the hospitals, the detainees in the police stations or the anxious passersby one gets to know, as the Rio Grande shows the turbulence of its swollen level from underneath."