I missed Argentina for the first time in 2 months.
We watched clips from the 2001 riots in Argentina in J621: Mass Media and Developing Countries.
That’s were I was, a “developing country.” I strode through those “backwards” streets of Buenos Aires with ease despite my capitalist 1st world label. I wonder if an Argentine would be allowed the same courtesy here.
Because our glorious developed country technology wasn’t working in class, I translated the Argentine man’s word in the movie with surprising effortlessness.
I had heard his words before. “There is no future or past here. We only live in today.”
A country of the hopeless middle class. Yet I felt the vibrancy in the UBA halls. It was more alive than the sterilely silent halls of Vilas. And I felt more alive there, more alive because there seemed to always be potential lying around the next broken sidewalk, always a new challenge to meet at the next bus stop, always a new today.
After all isn’t it better to be “developing,” to have something to more to accomplish, to work for?
After all we can’t all be perfect like America.
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