Some art work just down the road from my place,
11 de noviembre, Belgrano.
One pair
of black Warehouse sneakers.
Two
taxis roaring around the corners
at night without their lights on.
Three
pairs of socks.
A large
green and white bus that whizzed 20 centimeters past my heel as I
tiredly looked the wrong way.
At least
half a dozen kamikaze motorbike guys, some with their helmets perched
on the back of their heads, talking on cell phones and smoking
cigarettes.
A couple
of people on pushbikes hurtling down pedestrian walkways yelling
'guadar, guardar' (watch out)
One
police car hurtling through the pedestrian 'go' signal.
All this
in the space of three months. I have, hopefully, now developed a good
set of antennas to help me navigate the crazy streets of Capital
Federal!
I do,
however, kinda like the element of thrill
seeking and lawlessness of
this place.
Fingers
crossed. Radar on.
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