We call it "inside" the people of the country or small towns that fall within the reference cities.
There are people inside the country and more precisely within each province. From what I can talk about is the interior of the Province of Buenos Aires.
The rich interior of this province is something that is sometimes spoken, but few know or recognize, because although we know that Argentina is Buenos Aires, if a foreigner wants to come to know the country is not going elsewhere. And not just the tourists who come for a walk and go, it also happens with immigrants continually arriving by the thousands and end up badly crowded in the city of fury, when they could live much better in the quiet interior.
precisely within province, bordering the province of La Pampa is a town called Salliqueló. Sorry, what salliquelenses not like to tell you people, but city.
parochial In this city there is nothing to draw the attention of a big city dweller. The virtues of the place is not seen in a postcard.
The landscape is a field for the 4 sides, no rivers or ponds. It's a boring environment, unless one is a cow. But the colors change seasonally, from light green to dark, ripe golden wheat to bright yellow sunflowers and even violet or blue flowering alfalfa fields.
Within the urban living very different characters, from owners of the fields on the merit of having inherited some land they live in luxury, giving orders to employees who produce the field and take only enough to live a somewhat impoverished middle class, but that in turn employ the lowest class, comprised of domestic workers and those living on odd jobs. But there is poor. The worst lives inside passes better than any poor city.
Every city has a place inside, which marks the center of its development and general rules can be reflected in your care, the state of the municipal government.
Salliqueló The square has always been one of the most neat and tidy. It has no sources, no drops, no great monuments. In the center a mast on a square of masonry and granite steps which go up and down, run around and play more boys. within a large circle of tiles with some banks and clay roads between large beds that are the star of the square. Mature trees, roses and seasonal flowers that give a view of the plaza.
In one of those roads, a stone bench, very old that is not ugly, but at odds with the rest of the banks that are metal and wood.
When I first came to this town, sorry, city forced walk through the center of the square across it diagonally. Walked from the train station to the museum that caught my attention. Since I had to do time, I went to browse.
Tips arrows, pieces of stone with graphs and even a fossil criptodonte are housed in the least runs this museum is because those who come often go to see the historical memories of the first settlers looking for ancestors on the pictures to point them proud.
- Do you have to much? - Said an old woman, which was the museum curator.
- Pardon? - Answered surprised and intrigued, if it was me who spoke, although he was the only living there besides herself.
-ask if you have to much because I have to go out and do some things. The woman said with obvious irony unfriendly.
"No, nothing else was doing time, I'm going," I said as I left my first and last visit to a museum that nobody attends and began to understand why. Surprised and a little humbled I passed through the square and sat on the stone bench, chewing the frustration of being practically thrown out of the museum.
"But how old bitch .- I for in, or perhaps out loud because I was alone among all those ornamental vegetation.
"But nobody ever comes, the poor had things to do and not to be rude, I never entered one at that time.
"But you get fired a museum and within hours I replied.
"You're going to have to get used to, life here is not the same rules as in the city.
-Si-diije obviously, or I dreamed it, because I was nodding entredormido by the fatigue of travel.
The train ride from Buenos Aires lasted 10 to 12 hours when all was well, but I got to be 20 hours in those cans that were broken down half way more often than tolerable. Stop taking so long because all peoples and at least the first trips were interesting for what was seen again. Besides the sight of a town from the train is unlike any other, because normally the station is behind the people and never traveling by car will look alike.
I stood, I stretched a bit and walked out, leaving behind the stone bench that was hidden behind the roses.
The downtown streets were asphalt but no more than 7 or 8 blocks from where they began to be ground. But it was not land as he was accustomed to seeing in the port city was a mixture of sand or sandy soil and give it a light color ways. The same color that you end up walking shoes after a few meters.
Although it was very early, some residents and merchants sweeping the sidewalk opening their businesses are beginning to see.
"Good morning" said a neighbor while sweeping, Linda morning, no?
"Yes," replied puzzled, because the guy did not know, but I spoke as if it were.
I walked, thinking of where I knew, because in a city known only greets otherwise spend the day greeting the millions that one sees.
"Hello, good day," she said a beautiful woman that was sweeping the precise moment that I was wrong. I could not remember who had the broom in his hand.
"Hello" I said, less surprised than before. So
walked his way to my destination, understanding what they meant when they talked about the hospitality of the village.
life led me to settle in Salliqueló and although I never saw the museum, the square, as in any town is the venue for a walk on Sunday, for brides, those who have this fate or just cutting path instead of around it, when someone is out there.
After several years, walking with my wife in the ways of the place remembered that story of the museum.
, not who was the old museum because they never saw.
"The you have to have seen hundreds of times, it is Daniel's mother - said my wife is always right.
Do not tell me I replied, astonished I remember older.
-will of the anger that you felt, but she always worked at the museum until he retired a few years ago.
- I hope I never have told the story to Daniel, because I am a specialist blunder.
"We'll sit there, my wife said as he pointed to a bench with new wood or painted recently.
"No, go to the stone bench where I sat this time," I said, trying to see over the plants to locate.
- What stone bench?
-In one of the internal paths are a bank that is stone, not like these.
"I've dreamed of, because all banks are the same," she said with safety that characterizes it.
"No, I tell you that there is a stone, it happens that among the many paths one gets lost, but we will look you'll see.
walked by all the internal paths and never found him.
"I have taken," I said it's a shame.
"The truth is I do not recall ever seeing this bank as you say, you will like.
- May I said very little to be convinced, but I'm sure I sat on the bench.
Some years later, I was hired to work with the computer system and communications in the new museum. Having stopped the passenger train passing through this area, what was the station building was restored to move the museum. The work was very simple. Install new equipment, set up some things and nothing else, just two or three days. The last day as he finished verifying that everything worked well bringing things were municipal employees and organizing everything in place.
Within the urban living very different characters, from owners of the fields on the merit of having inherited some land they live in luxury, giving orders to employees who produce the field and take only enough to live a somewhat impoverished middle class, but that in turn employ the lowest class, comprised of domestic workers and those living on odd jobs. But there is poor. The worst lives inside passes better than any poor city.
Every city has a place inside, which marks the center of its development and general rules can be reflected in your care, the state of the municipal government.
Salliqueló The square has always been one of the most neat and tidy. It has no sources, no drops, no great monuments. In the center a mast on a square of masonry and granite steps which go up and down, run around and play more boys. within a large circle of tiles with some banks and clay roads between large beds that are the star of the square. Mature trees, roses and seasonal flowers that give a view of the plaza.
In one of those roads, a stone bench, very old that is not ugly, but at odds with the rest of the banks that are metal and wood.
When I first came to this town, sorry, city forced walk through the center of the square across it diagonally. Walked from the train station to the museum that caught my attention. Since I had to do time, I went to browse.
Tips arrows, pieces of stone with graphs and even a fossil criptodonte are housed in the least runs this museum is because those who come often go to see the historical memories of the first settlers looking for ancestors on the pictures to point them proud.
- Do you have to much? - Said an old woman, which was the museum curator.
- Pardon? - Answered surprised and intrigued, if it was me who spoke, although he was the only living there besides herself.
-ask if you have to much because I have to go out and do some things. The woman said with obvious irony unfriendly.
"No, nothing else was doing time, I'm going," I said as I left my first and last visit to a museum that nobody attends and began to understand why. Surprised and a little humbled I passed through the square and sat on the stone bench, chewing the frustration of being practically thrown out of the museum.
"But how old bitch .- I for in, or perhaps out loud because I was alone among all those ornamental vegetation.
"But nobody ever comes, the poor had things to do and not to be rude, I never entered one at that time.
"But you get fired a museum and within hours I replied.
"You're going to have to get used to, life here is not the same rules as in the city.
-Si-diije obviously, or I dreamed it, because I was nodding entredormido by the fatigue of travel.
The train ride from Buenos Aires lasted 10 to 12 hours when all was well, but I got to be 20 hours in those cans that were broken down half way more often than tolerable. Stop taking so long because all peoples and at least the first trips were interesting for what was seen again. Besides the sight of a town from the train is unlike any other, because normally the station is behind the people and never traveling by car will look alike.
I stood, I stretched a bit and walked out, leaving behind the stone bench that was hidden behind the roses.
The downtown streets were asphalt but no more than 7 or 8 blocks from where they began to be ground. But it was not land as he was accustomed to seeing in the port city was a mixture of sand or sandy soil and give it a light color ways. The same color that you end up walking shoes after a few meters.
Although it was very early, some residents and merchants sweeping the sidewalk opening their businesses are beginning to see.
"Good morning" said a neighbor while sweeping, Linda morning, no?
"Yes," replied puzzled, because the guy did not know, but I spoke as if it were.
I walked, thinking of where I knew, because in a city known only greets otherwise spend the day greeting the millions that one sees.
"Hello, good day," she said a beautiful woman that was sweeping the precise moment that I was wrong. I could not remember who had the broom in his hand.
"Hello" I said, less surprised than before. So
walked his way to my destination, understanding what they meant when they talked about the hospitality of the village.
life led me to settle in Salliqueló and although I never saw the museum, the square, as in any town is the venue for a walk on Sunday, for brides, those who have this fate or just cutting path instead of around it, when someone is out there.
After several years, walking with my wife in the ways of the place remembered that story of the museum.
, not who was the old museum because they never saw.
"The you have to have seen hundreds of times, it is Daniel's mother - said my wife is always right.
Do not tell me I replied, astonished I remember older.
-will of the anger that you felt, but she always worked at the museum until he retired a few years ago.
- I hope I never have told the story to Daniel, because I am a specialist blunder.
"We'll sit there, my wife said as he pointed to a bench with new wood or painted recently.
"No, go to the stone bench where I sat this time," I said, trying to see over the plants to locate.
- What stone bench?
-In one of the internal paths are a bank that is stone, not like these.
"I've dreamed of, because all banks are the same," she said with safety that characterizes it.
"No, I tell you that there is a stone, it happens that among the many paths one gets lost, but we will look you'll see.
walked by all the internal paths and never found him.
"I have taken," I said it's a shame.
"The truth is I do not recall ever seeing this bank as you say, you will like.
- May I said very little to be convinced, but I'm sure I sat on the bench.
Some years later, I was hired to work with the computer system and communications in the new museum. Having stopped the passenger train passing through this area, what was the station building was restored to move the museum. The work was very simple. Install new equipment, set up some things and nothing else, just two or three days. The last day as he finished verifying that everything worked well bringing things were municipal employees and organizing everything in place.
leave in a moment beside the computer desk a box of pictures, too old to look for them instead.
slightly jutting out of the box, a box where you see the square with the way that endures to this day, not just the big trees and flowers planted. Very different but recognizable.
more success in the middle today, the brand new mast and base, surrounded by stone benches.
Without much thought I took the box and put it on the desktop.
"You saw how different the place looks today," said museum curator, seems bigger right?
"Yes, I said re-stripped without removing your eyes from the photo.
"Must be from 1930 or earlier, because it is not dated.
"I call attention to the banks of stone .- I said, trying to hide the plot.
"If they were ugly, but since I can remember have always been those of metal and wood.
- None remained stone?
"To my knowledge, never saw them. not ask more. Could not be. Went about my business, I finished and left.
slightly jutting out of the box, a box where you see the square with the way that endures to this day, not just the big trees and flowers planted. Very different but recognizable.
more success in the middle today, the brand new mast and base, surrounded by stone benches.
Without much thought I took the box and put it on the desktop.
"You saw how different the place looks today," said museum curator, seems bigger right?
"Yes, I said re-stripped without removing your eyes from the photo.
"Must be from 1930 or earlier, because it is not dated.
"I call attention to the banks of stone .- I said, trying to hide the plot.
"If they were ugly, but since I can remember have always been those of metal and wood.
- None remained stone?
"To my knowledge, never saw them. not ask more. Could not be. Went about my business, I finished and left.
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