{"id":375916,"date":"2020-07-22T07:33:28","date_gmt":"2020-07-22T05:33:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/doogreporter.com\/minimum-stories\/"},"modified":"2026-06-11T11:35:15","modified_gmt":"2026-06-11T09:35:15","slug":"minimum-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/doogreporter.com\/en\/minimum-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"Minimum Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Minimum Stories are the stage of a journey, of an encounter with the men who breathe the wind of the land located at the end of the world. They are small stories told in a whisper. Simple, at times anachronistic, perhaps banal, but always sincere. They are stories listened to around a fire with Mate – the sacred drink of Argentine hospitality<\/em> – passing from hand to hand during a long night in the Patagonian pampas.As if they were a part of everyone’s story: that time in our lives when we spoke and listened to the most intimate part of ourselves. <\/p>\n\n

It happened to Thomas, who came from faraway Cornwall, to feel less lonely and leave all his thoughts to his beloved horses. To Ricardo, the gatekeeper of that land where life is given and taken away. To Javier, to Bernardo and Santiago: small stories like small and frightened are the eyes of their sheep.But they are still stories of giants, of patagons<\/em>: the beings with big feet. <\/p>\n\n

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Parque Glaciares, El Calafate (Argentina) | \u00a9Gabriele Orlini<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n