Last week when I was on the Subte I witnessed violence. Girl on girl violence. More specifically- middle-aged woman on old-aged woman violence. Argentines can be wildly crazy about their Subte. Stuffed full of people as usual we approached a stop and a couple people started trying to maneuver to the door to exit. Although, since there is no room to maneuver this is more often than not an exercise in pushing people and sometimes saying, “Excuse me”. The doors opened and some people hadn’t yet exited before a wave of zombies started rushing to enter, even though there was no space. Some men said, “Wait, some people are trying to get off.” Everyone stopped but this old lady, she persisted. To the rescue of the people trying to get off a middle aged woman placed her blackberry in her pocket and then punched the incomer in the chest. The old lady flew back and was cushioned by the mass of hungry zombies.
Two weeks ago I visited two northern Argentine provinces, Salta and Jujuy. We spent most of the time in Jujuy which has very diverse climate zones and is not Europeanized like Buenos Aires. We were instructed by the program to consider bringing extra money to buy local artisanal products. I was expecting some beautiful handmade items but instead found the same sweaters/jackets but in many colors. I was feeling a bit sassy one day and walked into one vendor’s area and began singing in Spanish, “Bolivian factories, I love Bolivian factories…” Then the man interrupted me and said, “Peruvian factories”. I’m glad at least he didn’t pretend to craft those sweaters I didn’t buy.
People are being violently robbed but don’t worry I have been working out.
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