a postcard from BsAs

2008, March 28

Just found it in my mailbox this morning.

Hi Pablo, what’s up, I hope that during this few weeks you duly practised all the nice sequences that I learned here.

I like to receive messages from Pablo of the past, too bad I can’t reply.

Here it goes:
Tourists should never go to Pompeya. This barrio is cursed, all the area is infested by Peruvians. If you meet them in the day they will rob you, if you meet them in the night they will kill you, suck your blood, make tango shoes with your skin and turn you into a brainless zombie.

Tourists walking in Pompeya aren’t really tourists. They are zombified baits trying to lure the taxis. If one unsuspecting driver stops then he’ll be surrounded by Peruvians and eaten alive.

Pagan beliefs. But the side effect is, when in Pompeya abandon any hope of catching a cab, walk and walk until you reach Boedo, Parque Patricios or any non-cursed barrio.

a yes is a yes is a no

2008, March 1

And here I was at Club Villa Malcolm, seated near the wall and behind a column. Then came the first notes of El Adios and my reptilian brain made me walk in the direction of the dance floor. I approached a lady who was standing there, raised my eyebrows with a interrogative look. She nodded with a smile, I walked two more steps to enter the dance floor…

… and she stayed where she was.

Maybe this is the new way to decline an invitation. If you say “no” the guy can ask again later, but if you decline with a “yes” then the guy is in a dead end.