i've been living in buenos aires since a few weeks now. what a wonderful city. gotta tell my first days' odyssey:

the previous time i came here was for an introductory talk in the new uni i attend (i'm studying videogames now) and to find somewhere to live. i couldn't really find nothing then, but i went for dinner with an old internet friend, J (a comic books artist) and he told me i could crash in his place all i wanted, and that he even had a whole empty room for me to take. the only thing was that it was a bit far away from the centre, which i didn't care at that moment really, so i told him i would go there, and in any case, try and find another place lass far.
then, three weeks ago i gathered all my shite in a traveler bag and hopped on a bus. J was waiting for me in the omnibus terminal and we went to his place. it was more than a bit far. to get there we had to take the subte (the metro), a train and a bus. in that long commuting, J told me he wanted to clean up a bit before i got here, but hadn't been able to do it. a bit of dirt i do not mind at all, and i told so to J, who then confessed to have lend the place to some people to make a saint patrick's party that night in exchange for help cleaning up the place. i thought that was a bit extreme, but then we got home.
how can i describe the place? the amount of entropy in that sole place was astronomical. i'll try to make a little list of the major issues:
-the entrance passage was blocked by a bush, inside the bush there was a giant beehive.
-there was rubbish everywhere. rubbish and bags and boxes of everything you can imagine: old uni notes and books, pokemon cards, swimming trophies, wet pestilent furniture, bottles of every colour and kind, fungus ridden clothes, white kittens, etc.
-no hot water.
-no working stove.

when we got there, there was a big blond bloke (the german) and a girl with superhero themed tights (his girlfriend). they were cleaning. the german was cutting the bush, and the girlfriend was gathering all the things to burn. i left my things in the empty room and helped the girlfriend. then the german found the bees. we burnt the beehive along with the rubbish, but felt sort of bad, the bees are going extinct or something.
later later, almost night, the house was sort of presentable. german and girlfriend went to take a bath, and J told me i could take a bath too if i wanted, we just had to heat a bit of water. i said yes, but the second i found myself naked, barefooted in a dirt tiny bathroom with a bucket, soap and an also dirty towel, i regretted it.
the good thing though, was that J had a lot of interesting things to look at (besides the rubbish i mean). comic books, videogames, books, etc. so i read for a while. at some point i remembered i needed to eat, and i went with J to buy some biscuits and bottled water (i usually don't care about bottled water, but i didn't wanted to push my luck).
when people started getting to the party i noticed two things. all the blokes were tall and big, and they all had the same haircut, a shaved head. i asked J about it and he said it was because they were all in the military. but that wasn't all, no, i'm pretty sure they were all skinheads too. one of them was russian, he couldn't speak spanish very well, and J mocked him all the time. at some point, J and the russian were sitting in a dirty couch (where i was to sleep) and J was asking him if he was a soldier, the russian said no, no soldier, he was a cadet, a soldier was a different thing, then J kept joking about it. i couldn't stop looking at their interaction, it was like a time bomb ticking and ticking. nothing happened anyway.
i ended up sleeping early, around 4, i was really tired and a dirty couch seemed as all right as any bed. in the early morning J had to leave to work. there were still some people drunk, sleeping in the floor, and J had the great idea to tell the russian (i guess, as a joke) to take care of me, which he took very seriously, and kept guard until i woke up.

for the next two days i looked for students residences everywhere until i found one. i moved the next day, and here i am. i still don't have a job, so i've been walking the city as much as i could. my best music/path combination was ok computer walking from the obelisk to the omnibus terminal, a path that gets exponentially sordid with each block, a record that makes you go paranoid.

i've been listening to that kendrick lamar record also (i blame putita and maarten for this). it's great to listen when i'm feeling down. it makes me think of that lost brother i have. he would probably love it, i know, but did he found it yet? can he? there's so many things in there that are so him, so very him. well it makes sense he's lost now.