Boca’s kaleidoscope

ARGENTINA | Friday, 5 July 2013 | Views [396]

Getting lost in the streets of Buenos Aires' former harbor, la Boca, I meet Rosa. Rosa, from Tucumàn, running away from a violent husband, arrives in wide Buenos Aires, and gets married with Miguel, from la Boca. From an internal to an external violence, there she found violence and difficulties, too, that seem to vanish only during the day, in the shade of the tourists of Caminito. Rosa spends her winter days on Caminito's benches, sipping mate and observing tourists walking in what - for them - is a colorful neighborhood. For her, a night prison.

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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Pablo, friend of Rosa, was born in la Boca, grew up in there and very rarely left it. Busy with continuing his father's work drawing his Boca on mate's that the tourists in the night would have taken to their hotels kilometers away from there, he watches his days go by, all of them similar to each other - the engravings on the shining mate's with no schedules nor end, the smoke, and the life-telling stories with his friends of the harbor.

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Boca’s kaleidoscope

Boca’s kaleidoscope

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