It's always interesting to go to Buenos Aires for a dose of improbable piropos. Spent a week there during the rain and floods living with Betty Ford who in between drunken blackouts, ragged around because the internet server was down and the elevator was stuck thanks to cortes de luz - power cuts.
The American Embassy from the window of the apartment. It should be a NY skyline behind but during the blackouts only the megalith powered on through the night.
The Money Launderer, who had promised to make time for me whan I came to town, went to Punta del Este for the weekend, begging me to wait for him until he returned Monday lunchtime.
'Please wait me. I dead for you aunque no parezca, really, I think all the time in you'.
He was thinking so hard he forgot to call me until Wednesday when Mummy let him out.
'Hi I be back...'
'Can I see you Babe'
'When we going to made a definition?'
'I need you'
The need thing is quite ubiquitous here - It must have derived some success over the centuries, making women feel in control long enough for the man to get back on top. My Argentine girlfriends declared him an idiota. They are so lacking in good swear words in Spanish. There really is nothing passionate about these guys. They churn it out in order to use a woman as a convenience and spice up their boring suburban lives. All those marrieds running off to telos before dinner. Still waiting for evidence of one genuinely, spiritually passionate man in this country.
The only other shock was the prices. Every day Buenos Aires falls further under the delusion that it's Paris. They are on the edge of biting off the hand that feeds. Economy recovered thanks to tourism, excess inflation kills said tourism. No wonder they have these constant economic crashes.
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