This is such a fun city. Jordana and I went to our first play -- in Spanish, of course. It was a contemporary Argentinian play, and with my extensive Spanish, I understood that the one guy couldn't find his slippers, his in-laws kept bursting into the room in which he and his wife lived, and that he desperately needed more respect. After the play ended, I told Jordana all I had understood and she was very impressed. She said the only things I missed was that the wife's brother had raped a black woman and was hiding from the police and that the wife's sister hated the father for making her give up the only man she ever loved.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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