Hang out. Moved a week ago, two streets up and 10 floors down. Better feeling closer to the ground. But views cannot compete...
Mornings with newspapers and coffee.
Draw, work out and write.
Afternoons in the shade accompanied by the Polish writer Witold Gombrowicz´diaries from Buenos Aires in the 50s and 60s, preferably with a glass.
Family spend time with football and friends. Time on my own.
Tuesdays Reina comes and cleans the establishment. Groceries brought to the door. With a telephone and cash you don´t need to go out at all.
Need to exit the country to renew visa. Daytrip to Colonia in Uruguay.
Temperatures normalizing. Divine evenings, long nights and late mornings. More than a month left of school break and summer holiday.
Porteño summer is hot, dampy and slow.
Concert season coming up, Interpool March 8th and Dylan the fifteenth highlights..so far. Meanwhile outdoor (and free!) indie-rock in Parque Lezama Fridays and Saturdays through February.
In the middle of life, Buenos Aires, summer.
Expat-life is strange, lonely and suggestive.
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Slow wet snow, - grey beauty, silence.. Harbours of safe interspections. Winter in Oslo. Trying to catch up the stolen hours the darkness run away with, -the past two months. Melancholy and redwine. Buenos Aires is far away.....
Finally you found me, dear friend - far away from home..
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