Streams of South Chile are magical. I left my heart along them eighteen years ago, and I don’t seem to be recovering. Wild wild forests and pure water, supreme fishing in the quiet solitude. This is one of those precious few places where you can still talk to someone who discovered a stream. Like being the first human being to cast a fly on it. Luis Antunez is one of those guys. When he saw the place, he thought it was a special, mythical place. I can see why. And what a fitting last sentence for the film: I love that place. Don’t we all have a crush for some water somewhere?[youtube=]