Friday morning, I left a bit latish on the way to work. By now, I now traffic (knew, actually) like the back of my hand. Takes me no more than 25-30 minutes to get to the office, and I squeeze as much as I possibly can of sleeping time before taking off. Anyhow, I was 75% there, when I reach the 9th of July Avenue - apparrently one of the longest and thickest of the world - and I see an unnatural amount of traffics. Cars were piling up for what seemed like forever.
However, this traffic jam was impossible to corroborate: I

I was only a block away from the Obelisco when it hit me: it can't be, was my initial reaction. But it was, alas, it was. As a way to commemorate the 100th (or 110th) anniversay of

During that day (the first day of Spring, a no-shool day) 3 second-rate models distributed condoms (german condoms?) to innocent bypassers who were starting Spring on a happy note. My beginning of Spring was miserable, thanks to German companies and a Government who sincerely does not care about its people. There was no way anyone with half a brain could ignore the impact of setting up the stage where it was. Now again, 50% of a brain is a lot to ask for ... even in a fictional Argentina!!!
