A footbridge divides Argentina from Paraguay. People run around trafficking everything imaginable. At this dizzying pace, I met Angel.

I met Angel by chance while filming on the border between Paraguay and Argentina.
When I heard him speak for the first time I couldn't believe everything that the 9-year-old boy was thinking and wondering in a territory forgotten by both countries. We promised to meet again and a year later I returned to Nanawa to invite him to do something together.
The Prince of Nanawa is a non-fiction film, built with the daily diaries that Angel has been filming since we met with other types of visual footage. These images, which engage in dialogue and enrich each other, have been accompanying our meetings for 10 years now.

There are life-changing encounters, and that's what happened to me with Angel that day at the border. Over the course of ten years these images are testimony to the growth and construction of a bond. Perhaps a film can be a promise, a bond can also have that strength, that of believing that those words that are said commit us. Sometimes I think that The Prince of Nanawa is also a film about the forms of love from the differences, and how to accompany us in these transformations of lives that are radically different.
Angel had dreams and still has them, maybe that illusion is what keeps you alive despite everything, and with the desire to continue, I don't know what cinema can do at this point where everything seems to be crumbling around us, but undoubtedly imagination is our last reserve.