Let's break out the 10 thousand word bundles.
Just as I landed here they were preparing for a major political celebration. 25th of May is like their Independence Day, and since elections are sort-of coming up it's politically relevant. In spite of visibly a lot of effort on the part of the government to try and organise something grandiose, the turnout was negligible for a town this size, and by and large scuzzy / poorish people oft times visibly bussed in for the affair. While it doesn't look exactly like North Korea, it's quite clear that Cristina & co are going out of power.
Rivers in the night.
Here it is, dear fraierilor : 5 pesos comes to about 35 cents, adica aproximativ un leu. Or to quote,
You can't win. You can't beat me. That's why I'm here and you're there. Because I'm a winner. I'll always be a winner and you'll always be a loser.
The strange thing here isn't that they're dancing in the street, that I've seen in pretty much each and every Latin American country. Nor that there's one older guy with a stable of girlies, that idem and not just in America. The strange thing is that they weren't asking for money. I looked. No hat, no cup, no nothing.
Ars gratia artis. Weird, huh ?
Impersonal valuables should be fine.
Women in graffiti. In my opinion they're quite good.i
Sunset over Chacarita, which is a large cemetery.
The small one is an ancient Westinghouse model.
The spelling of pork, for maximal meta got.
Ham, bacon, ham, hearts of palm, ham, ham, vikings, ham ham ham...ii
Prepare for the Provencal surcharge. And other things.
Puerto Madero I think.
Ancient boat that's now a museum.
While some Americans are deeply disturbed and ontologically threatened by woman-boy love, some other equally Americans erect (har har) statues to it. Go fig. (har har)
The entire Internet in so many words.
El antiguo something or the other.
You know, FAECYS. For kids.———