One day, an Indian discovered a mountain of solid silver: Potosi. Lightning and thunder warned him that this wealth would not benefit him or his people, but a stranger who would come later. That stranger was the Spaniard, and since the conquest, the Indians, starving and miserable, have plundered, turned over and excavated this mountain that has provided all of Europe and the whole world with silver. Potosi, the mushroom town built at the foot of this fabulous mountain, was the most densely populated city in the world in the 18th century.
Today, the Indians are still desperately digging and turning over this mountain and, although the machine has come to help them with its anonymous technicians and financiers, they are still as poor as ever. Shy and reserved, the Indians have trouble getting used to industrial civilisation. Occasionally, some of them leave this disenchanted world to return to their people, their misery, but also the dignity that, for their kind, is as important as bread.