My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Tuesday, July 3, 2007: Yesterday afternoon, on the bus number 152 going downtown, a young blonde American woman sat next to me. She was talking to a man, also young, and very hip. His hairstyle was half rapper, half something else. I dared not speak to them, though I am not sure why, so I tried to listen and listen hard. I made out the name of Francis, then something about the people of Buenos Aires being very intriguing. He also talked about a movie he had made. All this, especially the American accents, were an unexpected gift.