television is on the agenda - it is not so I would become a couch potato - I will hang now only accessible by ice, cookies, tuna salad, nougat, biscuits or rice Quilmes (the ubiquitous, ultimate Argentine beer) in front of the telly. The whole part of my English-offensive. Language listening, language, see, understand language. Where do the cravings is not possible to say. Only recently have I caught myself, as I have for the third time a week for a whole bag of croissants, Nußschnecken, apple turnovers, buy glazed pineapple tarts, vanilla fritters and Dulce de Leche-bombs. The stuff is indeed the price per kilo (!) - No matter what it is. My Mate-afternoon break to a single species from sugar shock.
I still mouth often aufkriege is not so much because he is stuck with icing, but I know what to say ... But on the other hand there's what (though not by ratiopharm -_-): The school has started! The teaching staff is so friendly, competent and determined. It goes much further. The course is good for me. It germinates in hope again. The course is extremely exhausting and intense, but helpful
what television has to offer yet? Argentine telenovelas operated with beauty, wit and no claim to reality and lots of news:
in the "Barrio La Boca is the People for a few pesos by Paco addicts (Paco, cocaine by-product - vicious, destructive, highly addictive, cheap and epidemic in the area of Buenos Aires) in the back shot, two "barrios" on - in Flores - was a taxi driver by robbers throat slashed. Nobel in the Recoleta district of the gardener - who else - killed a daughter of the aristocracy of money (secret affair). In the nearby mega-resort of Mar del Plata (so to speak, the "pool" of Buenos Aires) of cases of ecstasy and LSD was assured. The region of Salta drowned in the continuing rain and it is again a top police official in a corruption case involved. are just in the last two days on Argentina 5 coaches verünglückt streets, and in Buenos Aires - Capital Federal - two "colectivos" (which buses for public transport) rammed blocks. Overall, many dead. So much for the (traffic) safety.
What stands out in television: advertising. Compared to home, the number and variety of advertising breaks are rare. It's basically only one thing: milk. Actimel, Activia (the commercial with the skinny Blodgett I've now seen a good 20 times, and I still do not understand what they want to tell me -_-), Casan Crema, Danonito, Nivea Body Milk. No spots for expensive beauty products, feminine hygiene products, cars, and greed-is-cool high-tech. 
The whole reflects well the economic situation of the country again for some things is simply not (yet) no money (more) dar. The crash of the peso in 2001 has added greatly to the country. It is better, but everywhere the scars are still visible: the garbage-collecting "cartoneros," many people live and sleep in the street beggars in the subway, half-dead cars on the roads, run-down public institutions, political frustration in the population . discuss in the language school I with the professor a lot about the bad times just after the peso crash, corruption, and the eternal suffering of the Argentine population, which can offer so much
had in their recent history. It is tragic and unbelievable what happened not so long ago ...
Get out of bed!
... purely in the underground and across the city. Always nice. The gigantic "Abasto Shopping" it is transformed by a wonder world of consumerism, the Avenida de Mayo always good for an outdoor coffee when I have enough of rubbish and chaos's doing a walk through Puerto Madero ... Subte is always an experience. Sometimes an evil - but recently tried as smooth a guy what to steal from my pocket! That day I had, of course, everything here: credit and debit cards, Passport, money, camera.
God noticed you on time. One must be careful ... I run a little later awakens in Abasto in an advertising poster which cruel memories. UP. The horror of that day is perfect. It's summer and all that did not make it to the coast (which experienced at this time a temporary population growth of 400%) must be even trying to make the city the best. It is - in addition to continuing summer sales - also something.
Where? In San Telmo pittoresques for example. A strange "Barrio". It is a quarter of the tourists, bohemians, left Students, restaurateurs, Tango-fetishists, affluent living with extravagant claims and vulnerable - all at once, everywhere. The security varies by corner-_-
Parque Lezama in San Telmo's are currently running open-air concerts in town. The atmosphere is great, missed the mood, the party great. Together with the WG and other friends - a mixed group of Canadians, French, Argentine and OESIS - we spend a great evening. days later, there's a bizarre club-night at the Roxy Club. The whole enpuppt to be a mix of Las Vega Variety, Techno Party, Street Dance Battle.
However, this may not be all. So is planned, booked, gewerkt ... and it goes up in a city that is of historic importance for the national identity of Austria, the city, which heals for more than 30 years, the yearning soul of football in Austria - CORDOBA! What I do and Robert there? So exactly do we know at present either, but the target is called Cosquín ROCK. One of the biggest festivals in Argentina. When we come back intact, there may be a photo gallery ... ;-) Okay
In the WG so far everything. I've now got a different room, after Linda ausgzogen is. The better. Even more space and more views. After Linda is soon, is now also a few farewell parties ... very nice, late least when their colleagues fall spontaneously to the guitar, or dance all in the living room to Mexico-Tunes ;-) latter was again boiled together. By 23 clock we start to cook. All radios are to be inoperative so fired up the PC with the puny Platstikboxen in the living room. Soundtrack of "The wonderful world of Amelie."
The boxes literally falling over themselves in trying to carry the distorted sound in the kitchen. In the washing up the dishes piled in the last 3 days. I cut the tomatoes where space is between glasses with the dried remains of red wine, greasy frying pan and a pot half full with rice and soaking water. From the crowded refrigerator drips condensation, the humidity makes the device - from a time where men and women still chases were picking berries - to create. When lighting the gas fire shall burn me almost the whole hand ... and is the half-empty tetra pack multivitamin juice of the swells, not since my arrival around on the table? Outside, sirens wail and the buzzing of the never-ending flow of traffic on 9th Avenue de Julio. Everyone gets a plate from a different era and a glass of different capacity. The salad, with the "jump in the dish. Each of the (alone in the kitchen) 5 ashtray in the kitchen is almost over.
Luke, the paranoid, "bakteriophobe" everyday neurotics would die at this point in a spontaneous heart-lung failure ... ... but there it is again: "Buena Onda"
The "Buena Onda" of this city, this city that never sleeps still, never takes a rest. This indestructible city where there were always enough "drama", as they still needed to make one.
The "buena onda" this city, which relaxes relaxed, refreshed and surprised again and again.
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