Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Living Like the Porteños


As you read this, picture me sitting in this chair with my laptop, writing and listening to the sounds of the city and the other residents of this building. This patio opens up from my small bedroom. I moved today, away from the security of an apartment where I could come and go unnoticed, and interact very little, to living with a porteños (a person from Buenos Aires). I'm living in the spare bedroom of Adolfo Nusinkier, a single man about my age. He teaches English and translates writing for IBM. His parents were from Poland and fled the nazis to come here during WWII. We are on the 10th floor in the back of the building. It's still a little noisy but the sounds are distant: sirens, dogs barking, people somewhere cheering a futbol game. I was nervous thinking of living with someone else but, so far, so good. He fixed me dinner tonight and even a dessert of flan with duche de leche, a caramel sauce. And now it is late, so here is the view at night.

2 comments:

  1. It's kind of odd that they fled the Nazis and then named him Adolfo.

    What strikes me so often is that there are huge cities out there, very far and removed both physically and culturally from the US, that probably know as little about US as we do of them. I'm glad you're representing US and getting to know them and stretching the boundaries on all sides! I hope you have fun being a immersed into the language and culture.

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  2. What a lovely view. I hope the conversations are not too demanding and the quieter quarters help you sleep. Your excursion is over halfway over. Make the most of your time!

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