[in "exile" buenos aires, while the us state department's travel warning to bolivia was in effect.]
que inútil es mi vida aquí. en serio, qué he hecho hoy de interessante, de amable, o cualquier cosa que hace algo más de hacer seguir a mi propia pequeña vida. fuimos en el barrio boliviano de buenos aires un poco lejos (más o menos 45 minutos) del centro para charlar con un hombre allí. yo estaba un poco triste que no pudimos hacer más en este barrio, u hablar con otros que vivían allí. después de salir del edificio para resubir en el bus, hemos notado que había mucha gente afuera del edificio, más que había cuando entramos, y parecía que estaban escuchándonos. me pregunto lo que ellos estaban pensando de nosotros y nuestros preguntos (suponiendo que pudieron oír la charla).
había olvidado de que íbamos ir en este barrio, y entonces, llevaba ropa no muy discreta: mi falda blanca de tenis, mi camisa con rayas azules y blancas, y mi gorro blanca, i.e. muy preppy. me sentía incómoda [vestida así] en este barrio tan lejos de lo en que estuve horas antes por la ciudad. nadie nos vino para hablarnos. nadie de nuestro grupo fue para hablarles. nos quedamos entre el pasaje entre la puerta del edificio y la puerta del bus. si, había algunas que fueron para comprar salteñas a la tienda a la otra esquina, un poco más de 30 metros, al otro lado de la calle polvada sin coches, pero no había salteñas como el hombre ya nos había dicho a esta hora de la tarde.
era la hora para mirar, la hora después de regressar del trabajo cuando todo lo que quieres hacer es no estar levantada, no estar pensando en nada, y mirar vacantly sin ver nada, ready to let thoughts and things and actions slip through you without the laborious task of processing it all, and so you let it slide right across the film of your irises and off outside your peripheral vision, forever forgotten to you, as you wanted it. quizás yo diga todo este para justifiar la falta de efuerza de la parte del todo el mundo allá en la calle, la laziness de nuestro grupo y de los de la calle de no intentar a conocerse. no sé.
my life is so useless here. seriously, what have i done today that is interesting, considerate, or anything that does something other than further my own small life. we went to the bolivian neighborhood of buenos aires a bit far from the center [of the city] (about 45 minutes) to chat with a man there. i was a bit sad we couldn't do more in this neighborhood, or talk with others who lived there. after going out of the building to get back on the bus, we noticed that there were a lot of people outside of the building, more than there were when we went in, and it looked like they were listening to us. i wonder what they were thinking of us and our questions (assuming they could hear the talk inside).
i had forgotten that we were going to this neighborhood, and as such, i wasn't wearing very discreet clothes: my tennis skirt, blue and white striped shirt, white visor, i.e. really preppy. i felt incomfortable [dressed like this] in this neighborhood so far from where we were hours earlier in the city. no one came to talk with us. no one from our group went to talk with them. we stayed on the sidewalk between the door of the buildling and the door of the bus. yes, a few girls went to buy salteñas from a store on the other corner, a little more than 30 meters away, on the other side of the dusty carless street, but, as the man had already told us, there weren't any salteñas at this time in the afternoon.
it was the hour to watch, the time of day after coming back from work when all you want to do is not be on your feet, not thinking about anything, and watch vacantly without seeing anything, ready to let the thoughts and things and actions slip through you without the laborious task of processing it all, and so you let it slide right across the film of your irises and off outside your peripheral vision, forever forgotten to you, as you wanted it. maybe i say this all to justify the lack of effort on the part of everyone there in the street, the laziness of our group and of those in the street to not try to get to know one another. i don't know.
que inútil es mi vida aquí. en serio, qué he hecho hoy de interessante, de amable, o cualquier cosa que hace algo más de hacer seguir a mi propia pequeña vida. fuimos en el barrio boliviano de buenos aires un poco lejos (más o menos 45 minutos) del centro para charlar con un hombre allí. yo estaba un poco triste que no pudimos hacer más en este barrio, u hablar con otros que vivían allí. después de salir del edificio para resubir en el bus, hemos notado que había mucha gente afuera del edificio, más que había cuando entramos, y parecía que estaban escuchándonos. me pregunto lo que ellos estaban pensando de nosotros y nuestros preguntos (suponiendo que pudieron oír la charla).
había olvidado de que íbamos ir en este barrio, y entonces, llevaba ropa no muy discreta: mi falda blanca de tenis, mi camisa con rayas azules y blancas, y mi gorro blanca, i.e. muy preppy. me sentía incómoda [vestida así] en este barrio tan lejos de lo en que estuve horas antes por la ciudad. nadie nos vino para hablarnos. nadie de nuestro grupo fue para hablarles. nos quedamos entre el pasaje entre la puerta del edificio y la puerta del bus. si, había algunas que fueron para comprar salteñas a la tienda a la otra esquina, un poco más de 30 metros, al otro lado de la calle polvada sin coches, pero no había salteñas como el hombre ya nos había dicho a esta hora de la tarde.
era la hora para mirar, la hora después de regressar del trabajo cuando todo lo que quieres hacer es no estar levantada, no estar pensando en nada, y mirar vacantly sin ver nada, ready to let thoughts and things and actions slip through you without the laborious task of processing it all, and so you let it slide right across the film of your irises and off outside your peripheral vision, forever forgotten to you, as you wanted it. quizás yo diga todo este para justifiar la falta de efuerza de la parte del todo el mundo allá en la calle, la laziness de nuestro grupo y de los de la calle de no intentar a conocerse. no sé.
my life is so useless here. seriously, what have i done today that is interesting, considerate, or anything that does something other than further my own small life. we went to the bolivian neighborhood of buenos aires a bit far from the center [of the city] (about 45 minutes) to chat with a man there. i was a bit sad we couldn't do more in this neighborhood, or talk with others who lived there. after going out of the building to get back on the bus, we noticed that there were a lot of people outside of the building, more than there were when we went in, and it looked like they were listening to us. i wonder what they were thinking of us and our questions (assuming they could hear the talk inside).
i had forgotten that we were going to this neighborhood, and as such, i wasn't wearing very discreet clothes: my tennis skirt, blue and white striped shirt, white visor, i.e. really preppy. i felt incomfortable [dressed like this] in this neighborhood so far from where we were hours earlier in the city. no one came to talk with us. no one from our group went to talk with them. we stayed on the sidewalk between the door of the buildling and the door of the bus. yes, a few girls went to buy salteñas from a store on the other corner, a little more than 30 meters away, on the other side of the dusty carless street, but, as the man had already told us, there weren't any salteñas at this time in the afternoon.
it was the hour to watch, the time of day after coming back from work when all you want to do is not be on your feet, not thinking about anything, and watch vacantly without seeing anything, ready to let the thoughts and things and actions slip through you without the laborious task of processing it all, and so you let it slide right across the film of your irises and off outside your peripheral vision, forever forgotten to you, as you wanted it. maybe i say this all to justify the lack of effort on the part of everyone there in the street, the laziness of our group and of those in the street to not try to get to know one another. i don't know.
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