Feet

Feet

 

Like in the city of New York, there is poverty in Argentina.  The poor is definitely with us always.

However, I don’t even remember taking this picture intentionally. I was in the train station snapping pictures. (something, I found out later , you not suppose to do)  I was after the art on the wall and when I saw his feet later on, I liked the picture even more. I think it shows us what Bueous Aires, Argentina really is, a separation between those who have and those who have not. And like all other places, those who have try their best to ignore those who have not.

During the World Cup

During the World Cup

 

Sunday, June 15, I was sitting in a bar restaurant in Buenos Aires, Argentina, watching the world cup. Argentina was playing Bosnia and Herzegovina. Okay, really, I was watching the people there watch the world cup. I had to keep reminding myself that it was Sunday because I am used to sitting still in church on Sundays, not sitting anxiously waiting for my country to score a point.

As you can see in the picture, it was packed in there and the streets were quite too. Everyone was inside somewhere, watching the game.  Every time Argentina scored a point, everyone started to shout and holler. I just set and smiled. Only Jesus gets that type of reaction from me.

Notice the walls, how every where there is a picture of some sort.