Weeks and months have passed in my absence. Lying awake at night, my mind races struggling to parse tht which is real from the creations of a poor memory and a strong imagination. My mind is a flood of interminable bus rides, blurry faces, and mountains through a fog of smoke and fernet...
I am somehow back in Cordoba where I started. In the mean either I or the city or both have changed. Now we shake hands and greet timidly as strangers do. The students are back and and it is now raining in the city that once seemed my model of the steamy Latin American metropolis. What was before a hotbed of students is now an explosion of youth. Without even trying I find myself involved in music, dance, and sports...
Please excuse the delay in writing. As I may have mentioned previously, in Argentina blog entries must be carried out over the Andes to Chile in mule caravans before being loaded onto great container ships in Santiago bound for California and Vancouver. It is quite common that these become trapped in high mountain passes in early season storms or find themselves attacked by bandidos.
Well, after everyone else went home, I wandered for a while without a real direction taking each day slowly and as it came. It was a time of high highs, low lows, new friends, self-discovery, and sado-masochism. Ha ha. Just kidding about the self-discovery part... As I wound my way around the bottom of the country I wondered what was I really doing here. Moving from place to place wasn't really what I wanted anymore. But the thought of going home was almost too scary to contemplate. So after a quick trip up through wine country (I wasn't really going to miss that) I found myself back in Cordoba looking for a job.
Flash forward a bit and I am starting my second week at a publicity agency supposedly helping with the coordination between a new office opening in California and here. So far my duties have included checking my email obsessively, checking ESPN.com, drinking mate, chatting amiably in spanish, and wondering if I will ever attain oneness with the starry dynamo of the night. In a word not much. It could go either way--good or bad.
I have a cell phone here and a gym membership so I think I might not be a tourist anymore. If anyone would like to call the number +001 0351 15 306-7687 although, as you know, there is a strong possibility I will pretend to me a 40-year-old named Guillermo who doesn't speak English. Nevermind, Guillermo is pleasant in his own way and you may find that despite the language barrier it is preferable to a slightly distant, moody, american (i.e. me).
Ok, my lovely friends (is anyone reading this?) I hope you are all well and enjoying your own adventures in this strange world of shapes and shadows and glimpses of light through the ether...
Love, E.
P.S. I've been a little busy so I'd like to quickly respond to a few emails now. Adam, good luck with that rash. Do you really think it might syphillus again? Ariel, I wish you the best beating that child prostitution charge! I mean, it's not like you smuggled chinese children across the border to sell as sex slaves in Korea all for a quick buck? Oh wait. That is what you did! Good luck anyway.
I am somehow back in Cordoba where I started. In the mean either I or the city or both have changed. Now we shake hands and greet timidly as strangers do. The students are back and and it is now raining in the city that once seemed my model of the steamy Latin American metropolis. What was before a hotbed of students is now an explosion of youth. Without even trying I find myself involved in music, dance, and sports...
Please excuse the delay in writing. As I may have mentioned previously, in Argentina blog entries must be carried out over the Andes to Chile in mule caravans before being loaded onto great container ships in Santiago bound for California and Vancouver. It is quite common that these become trapped in high mountain passes in early season storms or find themselves attacked by bandidos.
Well, after everyone else went home, I wandered for a while without a real direction taking each day slowly and as it came. It was a time of high highs, low lows, new friends, self-discovery, and sado-masochism. Ha ha. Just kidding about the self-discovery part... As I wound my way around the bottom of the country I wondered what was I really doing here. Moving from place to place wasn't really what I wanted anymore. But the thought of going home was almost too scary to contemplate. So after a quick trip up through wine country (I wasn't really going to miss that) I found myself back in Cordoba looking for a job.
Flash forward a bit and I am starting my second week at a publicity agency supposedly helping with the coordination between a new office opening in California and here. So far my duties have included checking my email obsessively, checking ESPN.com, drinking mate, chatting amiably in spanish, and wondering if I will ever attain oneness with the starry dynamo of the night. In a word not much. It could go either way--good or bad.
I have a cell phone here and a gym membership so I think I might not be a tourist anymore. If anyone would like to call the number +001 0351 15 306-7687 although, as you know, there is a strong possibility I will pretend to me a 40-year-old named Guillermo who doesn't speak English. Nevermind, Guillermo is pleasant in his own way and you may find that despite the language barrier it is preferable to a slightly distant, moody, american (i.e. me).
Ok, my lovely friends (is anyone reading this?) I hope you are all well and enjoying your own adventures in this strange world of shapes and shadows and glimpses of light through the ether...
Love, E.
P.S. I've been a little busy so I'd like to quickly respond to a few emails now. Adam, good luck with that rash. Do you really think it might syphillus again? Ariel, I wish you the best beating that child prostitution charge! I mean, it's not like you smuggled chinese children across the border to sell as sex slaves in Korea all for a quick buck? Oh wait. That is what you did! Good luck anyway.
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posted by Hobbs at 6:18 AM
2 Comments:
Hey. Hope that the struggles and thrills of this strange life are treating you alright. Love.
Evan,
I have been trying to reach you. I keep calling that number you posted but I think that you posted the wrong one. Doesn't matter, I am glad I found this. I am being followed. Remember the man from that temple in Thai? Somehow he has found me and this time I don't know if I will make it out alive. I need to get ahold of Jake and Marty, I think they will be able to help. If you get this in the next 24 hours call +226 00 843 5584 and ask for Tombre. Tell him I need Jake and Marty. Jake and Marty. We can meet at the TANKER. I hope you get this.
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