It´s a rainy day in Buenos Aires, you´re walking to work/school/lunch/whatever it is you do, and your shoes are soaking wet. Your clothes are soaking wet too because you forgot your umbrella. Great.
After putting saldo on your phone in a kiosko, you notice this building on your way out.
What´s going on here? Why does this building have so many little windows?
It must be even weirder from the inside, looking out through all those tiny windows.
One of the corners of the rooms is round instead of a more traditional corner. Does that add fung shway?
So many questions, and too much time out in the rain to ponder them.
At this point you are already saturated with h2o, so you start to take your time on your way, to stop and enjoy the odd things in life like that strange building. What´s the hurry to get inside if you will then have to be soggy and wet at your job/class/whatever? Once you have reached this level outside, it´s actually kindof nice to walk around the city in the rain. The dimness and soaking shimmer on everything sheds a new light on your surroundings. In some ways, it makes the surrounding more beautiful.
Take this tree, for example, hiding refuge and escape from the downpoar while spreading its roots to drink paccha mama´s nectar of life.
Even the obelisque has a sort of gloomy bliss to it.
After some retrospective thought, you realize that the sulky atmosphere has a sprawling life to it, showing off the vibrance and strange juxtaposition in life. You see a family inside a cafe enjoying themselves and laughing, you see a newspaper vendor chatting along with his friends, standing in the rain, with a big smile on his face while there is a homeless man right next to his stand begging for change.
Life must go on.
It´s full of odd combinations, and nothing like a rainy day to show it off.
Buenos Aires helps to make the distinctions in life even more obvious with colonial architecture stacked up in the middle of modernized, industrial boxes.
The architecture is like an analogy for the culture in general. Argentina is mostly Spanish and Italian, but it also has a vast population of people with native ancestry, peruvians, germans and all sorts of spots around the world.
This diversity is somewhat unique in South America, and it adds a melting-pot feel that stands out in the whole, Latin America, everybody looks the same, move your hips way of life. People walk fast in town with a mission to get stuff done, but there are still plenty of people living ´pura vida´ taking their time to do stuff at their own pace.
After you take all this in, the rain starts to fade away, and now it´s a pretty nice day out. You see the umbrellas go away, and your clothes start to dry in the sun. Things sure can turn around quick down here....