There are struggles born from power.
And others… born from discomfort.

The life of Miguel de Cervantes was not an easy one.

A soldier —as I once was— wounded in battle, held captive for years, at times forgotten by his own era…
he did not write from comfort, but from adversity.

Don Quixote is the son of adversity,of the kind I see every day in life,
and that in Antarctica takes shape through cold and wind.

Don Quixote was a man who chose to see the world
not as it was… but as it should be.

A man who fought windmills,
not because he was mad,
but because he refused to accept a meaningless reality.

Many called him mad.
We all carry a Quixote within us.

But perhaps what was truly dangerous…
was doing nothing.

I do not fight windmills. I wish I did.

I fight something more invisible… and more dangerous.

Global warming.
Indifference.
Forgetting.

Today we do not need swords.
We need awareness.

Because, as Quixote said:

“in delay lies danger.”

And that phrase has never been more relevant than it is today.

The figure you see is not a fictional character.
It is a representation.

A man in Antarctica, wearing a red parka, facing the cold, the wind…
but also something far greater: time.

The colors do not show a blue sky.
They reveal a threatening one.

The banner reads:
“in delay lies danger.”

It is not merely a literary phrase.
It is a warning.

Because global warming is not a future event.
It is, unfortunately, a process already underway.

The shield does not protect against spears.
It protects an idea.

“Quixote of Antarctica.”

It is not just a title.
It is a choice.

To choose to fight, even when it seems impossible.
To choose to act, even when others doubt.
To choose to commit, even when the world moves on.

This is the first step.

A space where I will take fragments of Don Quixote…
and bring them into the present.

Because some struggles change their form,
but not their essence.

Because perhaps,
in a world moving too fast toward forgetting,
we need a little more of that “madness.”