Category Archives: Buenos A.musings

City living, cultural learning

Slumming it

I’m sitting at a laminated plywood table on a rickety plastic chair. Strip lighting has put everyone slightly off ease, except Damian. Damian is why we are all here, though he’s in fact not here yet. We each order a … Continue reading

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La pregunta

The first encounter. The ever recurrent question. ¿De dónde sos? La tierra ¿Qué parte de la tierra? Ingla-tierra, Londres-tierra ¿Una inglesa? Mejor Londoniense… una ciudad más que un país… Maybe porque soy una chica, a feminine lugar, un cuerpo feminino. … Continue reading

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Symbolic suspension

One pair of trainers. Two pairs of laces. Tie a strong bow and give them a solid throw. Suspension. Snap: An image. Now imagine. In fact, let your imagination run away with you … Now stop. Control yourself. Understand. Fit … Continue reading

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Foot and mouth

No symptoms as yet from stepping foot in La Boca, but before I conclude my extended musings and close my mouth on the matter, I want to add a final observation. These trainers dangling from electric cables zigzagging across the … Continue reading

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La Boca

Biologically speaking: the entrance to both digestive and respiration systems. Socially speaking: a pleasure zone. Me speaking: Word of mouth advises against straying from the tourist trail in La Boca, which might more accurately be described as a danger zone … Continue reading

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Following a fallacy

A pathetic continuation from my last entry. From Retiro we passed through Plaza de Mayo, the square that marks Argentina’s independence – the Spanish viceroy was deposed here on May 25th 1810, which makes next week the bicentenary of the … Continue reading

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Inglesas

My arrival in BsAs was followed just days later by Shireen’s school friend, Charlotte. A little northern lass with a timid yet amiable disposition and wonderfully wide-eyes. Her time was limited and as a result she kicked our threesome into … Continue reading

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