Sos hincha de River? Bueno, Ciao.

I am fascinated with the way that we as humans adapt. Osea, the idea that we can transform into two different people over the course of a month, two months, or a year, never ceases to amaze me.

I spent the last hour reading through the blogposts from my Great South American Adventure and in the two and a half months I have been back in Mendoza, I see an entirely different person. I have lost my egotistical attitude and regained some humility; my transformation into an introvert (which I now realize was a way to avoid explaining myself repeatedly) disappeared within a matter of days and I am yet again the over the top extrovert I was always meant to be. My life has become incredibly calm and I love it.  I often find myself lost in self reflection and analysis.While I have not lost my self love, I am more aware of my faults. Recently I have been making decisions that I do not feel line up with who I am now or then. These decisions are too personal to share on my blog (read: if I haven't told you, I probably don't want to so don't ask) but are very significant to how I am feeling right now; I do not know where the person I was two months ago went but I am looking for parts of her. It is very odd that at twenty years old I know so much but so little about myself.  

Perhaps these words will help you, dear reader, understand what I am trying to convey:

Phoenix

Flames for feathers,

diamonds for eyes.

Setting fire to the world

and burning the ashes.

Resurrection from pain;

resurrection is beauty.

A gleaming paradigm:

killing yourself to live.

Anyways, lets talk about something less confusing and more happy! Shall we?

Since my last blogpost, I have basically just lived my life. I have gone to class, hung out with friends, expressed myself artistically, and just lived. I am at a point in my Argentine life where things are no longer extraordinary and I am fine with that. While things are not overly exciting, I love feeling this way because it signifies that I have created a home here. 

One thing that was really cool (and exciting if you're me) was a protest I attended. The Judicial Branch of the Argentine government was trying to pass a law that would reduce the sentences of the provincial police during the dictatorship in half. This act was an effort to decrease the number of inmates in the already overcrowded prison system. However, during the dictatorship over 30,000 disappeared at the hands of these men - 30,000. By cutting their sentences in half it was a direct attempt to forget the tragedies the government created and move forward with no recognition for the hardships endured. If you do not recognize a tragedy and commit it to memory, you are allowinfg it to happen again. 

Every major city in Argentina broke out in protest and cried for those lost four decades ago. The protest I attended had speakers from all backgrounds. There was two Madres de la Plaza del Mayo, Pablo Salinas (my ex professor and human rights lawyer that I happen to have a huge crush on), and several others. 

No aceptamos que la genocida sea olvidad. 

30,000 DESAPARECIDOS PRESENTE AHORA Y SIEMPRE.

Oh and one last thing: Boca lost in the Super Clasico to River Plate. Can we just take a moment of silence for my beloved team? That last minute goal was a real kicker.

Besitos.