On a barbed wire fence between Chile and Argentine hangs thousands of plastic bags, some of the bags from top shops London, New York, Paris and Bonn. Here are Japanese, Swedish bags, Arabic bags, and occasionally bags from North Korea. The fence between the two countries is an international garbage collector, it is also an eerily beautiful place like a sad rainbow overshadowed by neon light. There used to be skeletons here that also had broken bones as dropped from planes; the corpses have been removed, but if you are lucky you might find a skull or a thigh bone cleaned By the wind; the plastic rattle drowns the call of the condor