In these conniving glances, hides wild ecstasy. In these eyes black and deep like pitch, they mingle long and black hair. Like a painter does with his models, I find myself mystified by these exotic figures.
I stop to drink a drop of water in lezama park, near the boca, when on my side sits a friendly octogenarian, who greets me presenting herself as a retired professor of philosophy, named Edith. The result is a conversation of five hours, about all religions of the world, no religions, animism, atheism, about Argentina, Buenos Aires and the future of the world… She made me think a lot and showed me how much you can learn in months of travel always in contact with different cultures.
