The landscape of Buenos Aires apartments is one of the characteristics that make the city for me. I have never lived in a city where the apartment buildings and city blocks have had such character. Looking out over the city is akin to watching a bee hive.
For me, it is oddly comforting to know that in each floor of building there are people going about their business, rolling around cars on the floor with their toddlers, dozing in the blue light of their TV screens, screaming at their favorite team during a soccer match, or just sitting quietly on their balconies with some tea, watching other neighbors live their lives.
On every rooftop you find clothes hanging out to dry, people’s most intimate belongings flapping in the wind. Maids sweep dust from one balcony onto the balconies below. There is always noise–the next door neighbor practicing the piano, a baby crying, puppies barking, workers nailing into walls on projects that never seem to end.
In an odd way, it feels safe to be surrounded by so many other people, especially when apartments face directly across from your own. I wonder if my neighbors will notice when we finally leave the hive.