Cars cheerfully rustle their wheels, rushing along the largest street of Encarnacion. Avenida Costanera was created specifically for this - to enjoy a pleasant ride without traffic lights or intersections along the luxurious new promenade. There is nowhere else to go here, and all roads with good surfaces end where Avenida Costanera ends, so the most beautiful and expensive cars in this city only drive here. And also all types of motorcycles, designed not for off-road driving, but for a luxurious pastime available to wealthy citizens. Once upon a time there were typical Latin American favelas, a soybean processing plant and a railroad. The latter went under water during the creation of a reservoir and dam for a large hydroelectric power station, the plant moved, having lost its transport support, and the favelas were demolished to give the city the appearance of a decent resort. Now this is the most beautiful street in the city, giving this place a Hollywood gloss. Behind the palm trees, lined up in a guard of honor along the transport artery, one can see the ripples of water endlessly shimmering in the sun, and on the other bank - the gray towers of skyscrapers towering over the territory of the Argentine city. Guides to Paraguay call Encarnacion the pearl of the Paraguayan south and categorically recommend spending another week here during the high beach season, when the city turns into a huge melting pot full of tanned bodies. During the dead winter season, you can only find locals strolling along the embankment for recreational purposes and dreamers, for whom this view reminds in some places of Los Angeles, in others of Manhattan. Some of them secretly dream of traveling the world, so while sitting on the boardwalk in Paraguay, they imagine themselves traveling to the legendary places of the American paradise - for free and without crossing the Parana, which separates Paraguay from Argentina.
Girls in white wedding dresses are sitting on the embankment fence. The wind ruffles their white veils like a hooligan, threatening to carry the white weightless fabric outside of Paraguay. Some of the girls are smoking, some are tying the laces on a shabby shoe, placing their foot on the fence for comfort, some are lying on the grass, sunbathing. They take turns trying to catch the car along the road, hoping to get lucky and leave. Each of them holds up a poster with the desired direction. They have different desires, but in the end it doesn’t matter to them where or how they go. They have been traveling around the world wherever they are being taken for so long that the roulette wheel of fate has become a familiar way for them to determine direction. The only thing that distinguishes this day from all other days when they had to come to terms with the fact that they had to go somewhere is that today is their holiday. It will go with them to wherever in this version of the Universe chance, coincidence, all existing circumstances, deities and probability theory will send them.
The theory of probability and the South American gods sent them on this day at this point in the Universe a truck with musicians.
