Next up was Luciano, a sensitive musician with a young, enthusiastic pit bull. We spent the evenings together singing, playing the guitar, going to contemporary jazz clubs and discussing our favourite polenta recipes.
Luciano lived in a slightly dodgy area of BA which meant that walking home from the subte was a thrilling if not slightly terrifying experience. You know that when at least five grown men warn you not to walk down that particular street and to take the long way round that it might be something worth listening to…
Luciano lived in a slightly dodgy area of BA which meant that walking home from the subte was a thrilling if not slightly terrifying experience. You know that when at least five grown men warn you not to walk down that particular street and to take the long way round that it might be something worth listening to…
Fortunately I was spared from any midnight muggings in Chacarita, it wasn’t until broad daylight in touristy La Boca that they caught up with me.
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