Jan 14, 2005
I´m staying next to the Polo Field, on the 20th floor, in the apartment of an orthopedic surgeon who has basically reassured me that my thumb is okay and the swelling is a normal part of the healing process.
Traffic in Buenos Aires is hectic. The light changes from red to yellow to green. The yellow means see how far you can launch your car into the intersection before the green light, or "does your horn work?", depending on the actions of the person in front of you. Lanelines are vague reminders of where you might want to be.
On the way up, I passed a group of people shooting a music video in a truck stop. They waved me over, and shared their barbequed lamb, beef and red wine with me.
Things I learned from my friend Hans, the harmonica playing proprietor of the hotel in Monte Hermosa...
His father was a high ranking SS officer. They immigrated to Argentina right after the war, when Hans was 15.
The jews persecuted his father after the war, and his father spent time in jail here, for no good reason.
Adolfo Hitler had a good idea for world socialism and the world would be a better place if we followed his ideas.
The jews bombed Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Argentinians are lazy vagrants and thieves who don´t want to work.
The Argentinian army has no bullets for their guns (this would explain their success in the Falkland Islands, and may be true.)
The best thing that ever happened to Chile was Pinochet, the ruthless dictator currently on trial for crimes against humanity. He armed them to the teeth.
The best thing that could happen in Argentina would be a Pinochet, who would arm them to the teeth and make them work. (most argentinians and chileans do not like Pinochet.)
A new pet peeve is people who try to have conversations in noisy intersections while wearing full face helmets. The ones with a bar across the mouth. You can´t hear a word. That´s why I bought one for my ex-girlfriend. But they insist on carrying on a conversation anyway.
Come to think about it, so does she...
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