wild seeds

i made it to buenos aires. music is in the streets. i am staying with an activist from turkey. he has taken me in with open arms. he has a big balcony and an apartment in the heart of the city. a woman offerred to give me all the dirt on queer drama and places and things here in buenos aires. of course i am taking her up on her offer. now i remember why buenos aires makes me miss new york city - they have so much in common. monday i start my work with casa del encuentro.

i made it to santiago, chile. the city (and our 30 hour bus ride) was taken over by herbalife workers for an herbalife conference (??) . bryan and i ended up, because of this, staying at a fancy, cheap hotel with fresh towels and other things like that that we're not used to. santiago was unreal. i met another man who opened up to me about his experience underground during the dictatorship. at a marxist cultural center that i stumbled upon. from chile to mendoza - lots of wine and dried tomatoes and olive oil and i imagine this is what italy is like. from mendoza, to cordoba. i swam in a river surrounded by mountains, flowers, bugs everywhere and yellow birds and cows. back in the city of cordboa a dog started biting the bottom of my dress, then followed bryan and i for 30 blocks or so. juju, i called her. she chased car tires and was very tiny. when i went into the place i was staying and said goodbye to her she stared at me through the glass doors like i was breaking her heart. later i met up with an old friend, she told me all about her collective - public theater, street carnivals, public free art. addressing issues of domestic violence, social problems in argentina. i met her abuela, who adored me. we baked a cake. she gave me seeds to eat, shells, mate, a beer. i left cordoba, and here i am. i can´t stop thinking about vladimir and juju.