One night in Buenos Aires
"overbooking" a magic word that gave me a night
very special, but come to order.
Overbooking is a practice in airlines. What do sti '
sharpers to try to earn as much as possible in selling tickets
supernumerary because it is certain, according to statistics that take
regularly updated, that 10% of tickets sold will not be used
. The reasons for this withdrawal can be so many, from
supervening impossibility staff prior to departure from
death of a spouse, a fulminate diarrhea, a delay
friend who was taken to the airport and instead is
pizzeria with your best friend. Or just to mention
other possibilities there is always the one due to a delay of a coincidence as
just happened to me. At check-in
Miss the company, in a delightful English diminutives
made up of many, was very kind to tell me that I was on the ground and
I took the first flight to my destination the next day. But my face must have frightened them a little bit because my insistence on being sure that I was staying that night led her to try again
to find a place on that plane that would take him to
Puerto de Iguazu. I thought to myself that Brazil would expect that probably I will have seen
spend the next six years. Now my only real concern and desire were the ones to stay in Buenos Aires to take full advantage of the unexpected, but I hope, opportunity.
transfer by bus to Grand Hotel dall'Aeroparque Bueon
Aires-I was used to create a real plan of action.
needed to stay calm, enjoy every moment with great clarity,
find the target and projected inside. Amur where you are, cabbage in two
reasoned better! ... Right ... you're sleeping ...
off the bus though, I took the discomfort I had concocted all
but I had no idea where I was. Relying on
good fortune, but first, because it was paid, I have appeased the pangs of hunger
. I do not understand why traveling is always hungry,
continue to bring food and drink and you ingurgiti everything imaginable. Perhaps
feared long periods of fasting or famine. Mah!
Dinner for the truth was not much, but even so bad
ravioli with tomato sauce and a creme caramel for dessert. I look
pockets in Australian dollars and I only parts that do not change
even half a dollar for laundry, as would my friend Tex Willer.
No problem I really have to recover for four pesetas
pay the taxi to go tomorrow morning and maybe. ... Yes ... the My purpose is clear: to give some milonga! ATM technology will solve lots of problems and the four pesetas have taken the place of dollars. Long breath and put on a pedestrian street crowded with lots of street vendors in the center. I do guided by instinct, walking watching every movement suspicious of others. At the first traffic light, a guy approaches me,
understood that I was in Argentina, who knows from what, I propose a local
with buonitas cicas, and masaito cervecitas, decline the invitation and continued
letting the nose for good music . Everything, however, in the meantime
around me talk about tango, I can not fail this round! The pride I
ago asking for anything is like being in Germany and ask
where we can drink a beer ... that figure we'd do? In the midst
people walking in a street full of colors, smells, stories and lives that
have much to tell, I realize that there is a little further
Cappannelli sort of people ... are dancing and looks a bit '
a tango. I am still amazed, I admire these street artists
promote this dance with elegance and style. But then it all
true what they say about these places, people dancing in the street
, music on street corners, spontaneous performances
of ordinary people. My thirst and my desire to move you
powerful. Continue on the pedestrian street, not forgetting to throw
the eye in the thousand and more narrow streets that intersect that
my way. From one of these I see a little place with a written tango show, and I rush
door is a beautiful Argentina in black apron
that advertises the delicacies of that space. I do
courage and wonder if the show than you can even dance. She
sorry I said that this evening we have dinner and just want to dance but if
just go in there. I turn and I understand that the music I had heard
had come from that corner of town!
In the few steps that lead me to the music through a road
huge that I discover later called President Roque Saenz Pena or
Diagonal Norte. A road that lets you know when it's great and magical
Bueonos Aires at night, even in the midst of garbage bags that
trampled everywhere. You know the faces that are dragged through the streets
aimlessly, without any obligation and wandering from one corner to another,
made this city of 13 million people did not stop, did not
day or night. People who stop, stopping in a few seconds and start walking again
like sharks in the night unable to find peace and
homeless. The music calls me, I can not distract me, draws me
as the Pied Piper and I find myself in scenario
other times. A very faint light, music, lots of friends, a huge living room and up the stairs while
assails me a thrill.
do to speed up the pace to do two steps at a time, but I stop because I want to enjoy
the solemnity of a 'triumphal entry. I do not want to burn time.
I know that I will be the first release in a long time. I hear music, I hear footsteps trample
and crawl on the floor. The staircase ascends precipitous precipitously and throws me in that room made of two rows of columns supporting a central covered by a glass balustrade at a time. The effect is to perceive the colors of the night ... to live a night. The sides of the table columns wood covered with red tablecloths and a black background smallest mass that gets rammed through every time they change the customer. The chairs ... I do not remember, I remember that creaked a lot, so they sang and made you feel much comfortable. Basically we went there to dance and not to warm the seats! The track is hot there are people that moves with great grace, those who mention hooks and vice versa simply wander around the Venetian tiles trampled and soaked history of tango. I realize that dancing seem to have engraved on them the steps to do, so you are easy and elegant. Well I'm the "Confiteria Ideal" could not be otherwise! Get me my
attention on a small elegant ladies
sixty definitely plenty of weight with difficulty rises, extends his left hand
with elegance and grace to a lady who knew so much of
life companion, dressed in black with a red embroidered cuff. The gentle lady
do not miss the chance, and as being there for the first time
gets up on the tips and wait for the command to open the dance.
is supported by a great man's belly that seems to offer support and protection.
He is transformed from a heavy elephant graceful dancer.
Party with a veronica, leaving now open-mouthed.
It also moves him on the points on shoes and feet are too small to support and mingle with the pants too loose.
A cut in the track two is a professional tango, must necessarily be
. In a perfect pinstriped black hair pomade, the
shirt with cufflinks and a big job to move his hips in
the room. Bravo, but I do not like, do not send me love,
too focused on himself and his lady, a charming fifties,
seems to him only an object to express itself and not its essence. Of pasta looks like a completely different
his co-eternal. He, too, in a suit and tie, but the clear
. He, moves around the room smiling and walk look into the eyes
special companion that is dragged in
swirling vortices. The smile and the eyes do not leave lighted
ever. Meanwhile, the attentive waiter, who turned out to be a dancer
first class, between courses, hands me the
cervecita orderly entry. A "Quilmes" of course! A very light beer
Argentina makes a lot of foam, but quickly goes away. You
leaves the mouth and malted drinks. Ah! now I'm ready for the ball.
patrols the skyline. In front of me all excited
couples who look to the center of the room and sometimes they get up to
take place, to become their turn to watch the dancers. On my left
two ladies that I perceive to be German, but lead
shoes without heels ... bad sign to invite them to dance.
In the meantime, to my right, they get two people and
part time from that out to make way for crossing the eyes of a gentle lady who
almost smiling faces at me. I
I take the challenge and invitation to dance. The good grace to me has always taught that the first
steps must be used to understand and know the dancer's ability
and harmony that is established. I offer my hand calmly, though I
hard work and I have to impose to slow movements, a position it
right away and take time. There are not many people are now on track and so
delivery with the right back, I take time, and then complete the
"salida". Not bad, the maiden who follows me and seems to know his stuff.
I toss some "Sacada" and "ocho" are great, eh go!
knob and enthusiasm soon took little ear to the final and I'm
to improvise a stop but that was not booked! We know that the
first round is always more complex, then the other two are the result of the first
. In the sense that if the beginning is good, then you go with the wind in their sails
. I stop after the triad because I am afraid I do not know a milonga dance absolutely
: Fenzi when did you teach me? Thank you and I discover
he had danced with a Norwegian ... Well!
the world is really small.
I resume placed on chairs singing, I relax because I can say
have reached the goal. Amur will be proud of your favorite tango
(hopefully still preferred)?
The waiter, who returned from a dance, it makes me sign for another beer, but I have to give up
back to the hotel at least try to sleep a few hours.
Esco and retraces the steps very slowly, the music accompanies me
re-warm night air of Buenos Aires
greets me outside the room. There are those who were huge fans
located in every corner of the room to refresh the participants
milonga.
back across the great avenue, this time looking at the name and
engraved on one side it says: "President Roque Saenz (
president of Argentina from 12 October 1910 to his death August 9, 1914). Regrowth in the way I
pedestrian at this time is much less crowded. A little further
there are a bunch of young people playing soccer barefoot in the garbage and
with a ball made of plastic bags. Here's the other side of Argentina
the dream of football.
reach the room and I throw on the bed. Virtually dress step in that position
the few hours I have left before leaving: mission accomplished!
Eye wave!