back to Buenos Aires
April 7th 2007 We walked laden with backpacks through the old city to the part where we would catch our evening ferry back to Buenos Aires. Deserted and still the streets felt like a movie set. My backpack was small and dense like carrying a sleeping child. JJ towered by my side. “Where’d you get the doll?” I was holding it my hand so as not squash it in my dense pack. “Oh some guy gave it to me, wh
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