Today, when i read the letters I got from mom and grandma, I cried. But they were not tears of sadness nor were they tears of joy. They were just tears; the only way my body knows how to express all the sentiment it feels. The tears are the contradiction i feel everyday in Argentina.
Today, when i went to buy a phone card, the lady yelled at me for pressing the bell twice. I had been waiting for about 2 minutes and i wasn't sure if she heard me, so i rang again. I guess that was a big mistake. It is a crime to rush people here. So I began to think Portenos (people from Buenos Aires) were all a bunch of big-city snobs. But then at dinner, my host parent's brother stopped by and was the single nicest person i have ever met. I can't figure it out. Argentina is a contradicion.
But then again it's not. Because Argentina is not singular, it is plural; it cannot be described as one adjective or the other; it must be described as them all. Because Argentina is composed of people; and people are contradictions in and of themselves. The contradictions that exist in myself and in all the argentines are simply reflected in the country.
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I love your posts. It's like you and I are living through the same thing, half way across the world from each other. Keep feeling these things and keep blogging, because at least for me, writing helps make it real.
P.S. I looked at your pictures and it's everything I remember of Argentina... it seems like it hasn't changed at all in the past fifteen years.
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