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CHINA | Fri, 2 Oct 2009 | By godohell | Views [1022] | Comments [1]
Okay. I'll be upfront. I'm really effin hungover. Like super bad. It sucks. But there's a story behind it. Well, kind of. Basically, it's boring as nuts here. It's National Holiday. WOO! No more teaching! But that also means all of the students leave ... Read more >
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José lights up the streets, he plays for himself but mostly for the turists. He does not live here, but it’s like he belongs to Boca – he arrives in these streets in the morning, very early, he watches the district waking up, and in the evening he leaves it only for few hours. This is his corner, between the square and the inns where he leaves a story at the end of the day, while sharing a glass of wine offered with pleasure by the ones who have enjoyed his music, the whole day. He lives a life in between-not really belonging to Boca, but neither to the distant city of Buenos Aires.
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