A world is made of different things: people, houses, dogs, music, motorcycles, stores, nightlife, paperwork, trees. Like those photographers of the early twentieth century, we traveled to Colón, Entre Ríos, to document its present and thus build a unique and unrepeatable portrait. Two fishermen, teenagers playing truco, a discotheque, a few local bush players, a rural rugby team, lots of stray dogs, an afternoon at the town hall and two friends on motorcycles make up most of this story that, far from being anthropological, turns out to be anarchic and capricious.