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Disclaimer: RANT
The trigger for this mourning thought was the coronavirus paranoia. I don't want to take the discussion in that way because there are already enough threads of that.
I was born in 1987, Buenos Aires, Argentina and lived my whole life there. During that time I have experienced pretty rough crisis in late 90s that ended on december 01' with the government escaping in a helicopter and a million of people on the streets. Most of our parents were unemployed (mine was for almost 2 years) and the economy was crashed badly.
During that time crime was super high and violent. At 13 years old I my father being pointed with 3 guns in the door of my house for his watch... a fucking watch.
I was 1 block away from the place a known thief neighbor (guy was 17 or so) shot a guy dead in the soccer club I used to play with my friends.
Then it came the devaluation, inflation, a year in which I almost didn't went to school because teachers were on a (justified) strike.
Another crisis, a lot of people without work, more inflation, more unstability, went from living really good to barely making ends meets, to be good again, etc.
I have seen the Apocalypse being predicted a lot of times in my 32 years. There is always something that will ruin our lifes forever, and we are still here.
Sometimes when I hang out with my friends we turn the grill on and cook an asado (argentinian barbecue, kind of expensive and incredibly good), other times we are short of money and we order a few pizzas.. or one time we were so broke that we made homemade spaghettis (was fun).
Same thing with my family. Sometimes we have christmas with presents, sometimes we don't.
But we always had a great time regardless.
Some people even here are worried about the coronavirus (with zero cases here). I can't remember the amount of times I was myself in situations where I basically flipped the coin and came out, well.. alive? That does not worries me at all, I can't do anything right now.
I was talking with my french teacher (36 years old, super cool girl) who arrived here about a year ago and is making the papers to stay definetly here. When she was at the embassy they asked her "you wanna stay... are you out of your mind?".
What she (and at least a dozen of other foreigns I've met here) tells me is that despite living in a terrible economy and unstability, some folks here are always chill and you always have a good time and a good laugh.
So I was thinking if living in an enviroment like this can be a blessing in disguise if you learn the lesson.
Sometimes you don't give two sh**ts when something goes wrong because you overcome so many wrong things on a daily basis. When something actually works well.. that is when you are surprised.
You just have to learn to live by the day and be happy that way. And it's not that bad.
If you made it here you won yourself a Sofia Zamolo pic:
TLDR 1:
In a 3rd world economy you get used to so many shit that nothing scares or worries you. Come at me bro. At the end of the day I'm still alive and kicking.
TLDR 2:
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Have a nice week sherbros.
The trigger for this mourning thought was the coronavirus paranoia. I don't want to take the discussion in that way because there are already enough threads of that.
I was born in 1987, Buenos Aires, Argentina and lived my whole life there. During that time I have experienced pretty rough crisis in late 90s that ended on december 01' with the government escaping in a helicopter and a million of people on the streets. Most of our parents were unemployed (mine was for almost 2 years) and the economy was crashed badly.
During that time crime was super high and violent. At 13 years old I my father being pointed with 3 guns in the door of my house for his watch... a fucking watch.
I was 1 block away from the place a known thief neighbor (guy was 17 or so) shot a guy dead in the soccer club I used to play with my friends.
Then it came the devaluation, inflation, a year in which I almost didn't went to school because teachers were on a (justified) strike.
Another crisis, a lot of people without work, more inflation, more unstability, went from living really good to barely making ends meets, to be good again, etc.
I have seen the Apocalypse being predicted a lot of times in my 32 years. There is always something that will ruin our lifes forever, and we are still here.
Sometimes when I hang out with my friends we turn the grill on and cook an asado (argentinian barbecue, kind of expensive and incredibly good), other times we are short of money and we order a few pizzas.. or one time we were so broke that we made homemade spaghettis (was fun).
Same thing with my family. Sometimes we have christmas with presents, sometimes we don't.
But we always had a great time regardless.
Some people even here are worried about the coronavirus (with zero cases here). I can't remember the amount of times I was myself in situations where I basically flipped the coin and came out, well.. alive? That does not worries me at all, I can't do anything right now.
I was talking with my french teacher (36 years old, super cool girl) who arrived here about a year ago and is making the papers to stay definetly here. When she was at the embassy they asked her "you wanna stay... are you out of your mind?".
What she (and at least a dozen of other foreigns I've met here) tells me is that despite living in a terrible economy and unstability, some folks here are always chill and you always have a good time and a good laugh.
So I was thinking if living in an enviroment like this can be a blessing in disguise if you learn the lesson.
Sometimes you don't give two sh**ts when something goes wrong because you overcome so many wrong things on a daily basis. When something actually works well.. that is when you are surprised.
You just have to learn to live by the day and be happy that way. And it's not that bad.
If you made it here you won yourself a Sofia Zamolo pic:
TLDR 1:
In a 3rd world economy you get used to so many shit that nothing scares or worries you. Come at me bro. At the end of the day I'm still alive and kicking.
TLDR 2:
Have a nice week sherbros.
