after a half a week in hunger that was for the first time in my life involuntary (money's been tight, or i'm just hungrier than usual) , I spent my second weekend in la provincia, this time in Quilmes at the home of Javier, a waiter at El Clasico. I spent my first night in BA at el Clasico watching a Huracan/Independiente match, when Javier and Valentin explained by means of an elaborate diagram the breakdown of fanatacism among portenos and taught me proper cat-calling techniques. Since becoming best of friends with Valentin and giving Ivan the cashier a couple of burned CDs, plus a generalized lack concern in this country for monetary compensation, I've been made a permanently invited guest of the house, and so make it a point not to go there too often.
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