Hello Buenos Aires

You've got to believe it was completely random or Some Higher Plane wants to remind me never to feel safe. It's a good thing to know that, just like after any other shock, collective or individual, the defenses come down again anyway, a few days later. Rainy early Sunday morning, a cool breeze trying to replace the hot and humid Saturday night air. And a word of mourning for my cagoule, blue nautica scarf and barney's leather gloves John once gave me, my gap down coat, a sweater i had bought in Necochea, the wallet Patxu gave me, a coin purse Daniel had just bought me, my expired un laissez-passer, my travel isolation kit -earplugs, eyeshades, pillow- my DNI, CUIT, driver's license and cédula de identidad, my laptop (years of priceless messenger history conversations, most of the digital pictures that never uploaded to picasa, all my itunes which i will painstakingly recover from friends, except the very recent ones), my digital camera, my ipod nano and shuffle, the brand new itouch my sister-in-law will never get to i-touch, five original French films in dvd purchased in Paris, two requested by Marcelo...