Photo Credit: Crissfer
Buenos Aires has turned me into a liar. Actually, it’s turned a lot of people into liars.
Every day is a fight to obtain monedas in Buenos Aires. I’m a scheming sort of person now; all of my business transactions are laden with the thought: “Will this person give me a moneda?” and “How can I obtain a moneda from this person without seeming like a jerk?” The stress! It turns what should be friendly business transactions into deceptive, bitter ones.
I am peering into the darkness of the Subway–the green line from “Cathedral” to “Congresso.” It’s the line I take to class in the morning. The subway is relatively safe. It’s tight in the morning, but no different from the DC Metro. Riders keep their wits about them–the norm in any city. A ride is 30 cents U.S.
I must balance the last entry’s kind sentiments about Buenos Aires with the cold realities of the city. There are dark sides to the lovely vida here.
The people of the night are called “cartonerros.” Because of the economic hardships of the city, low income and poor people from the suburbs enter the city at night to rifle through the garbage for recyclables in order to earn their living. This is a veritable source of income; however, the feeling of despair from seeing complete families searching through garbage without gloves is palpable.
I’ve been keeping more positives in reserve. Please don’t think this is indicative of my entire experience.
On a happier note, I still have a few ounces of courage left after starting Spanish class today–completely in Spanish. Still trying to remember to breathe.