Smoke for Free

Porteños smoke for free these days. Damn cowboys. The town suffocates from smoke generated by the farmer's intent to burn the pastures for better growth next season. The fires are completely out of control, some 70 thousand hectares burning. And a lot of this land is located on inaccessible islands in the Delta. The wind carries the smoke, and now also the ashes, generously towards the city, across the Rio de la Plata and all the way to Uruguay. Horrid.

The effect is spooky, Jack the Ripper's London-like. And meanwhile, eyes and noses are running.
Yesterday the government ordered the police to investigate and locate the eco-criminals.

But life goes on. This bloke takes care of his working team's lunch. Asado in a whellbarrow downtown on Sarmiento outside San Martin cultural center.

BAFICI

Buenos Aires Festival Internacional de Cine Independiente

Film festival is fun. Was it not for the audience speaking in their cell-phones, coming and leaving, beleiving to be at a Circus.

But the program is impressive and vast. For my part, the music-documentaries about Joy Division, Glastonbury, Patti Smith, Cosby/Stills/Nash & Young - and Dylan - has been the fun part.

The mores serious stuff, though, like Barbet Schroders portrait of Terror's Laywer, Ken Loach's "It's a free world" and Gus van Sant's "Paranoid Park", will have repercussions in me for a long time.

And two days still remain..