But this short thread is about how that short story was born.
My friends had left Buenos Aires in the early 2000s when the economic crunch got too bad there
Even though we became friends in BCN, our memories of Buenos Aires are a special link.
It’s sweeter because SHE can’t walk a metre in heels, struggles even to walk off the dance floor but is GLORIOUS while she dances.
At some point, my friend who can’t walk in heels said, ‘there is a tango bar in Buenos Aires....’
And everyone turned to look at me.
Except I was already noting it down for later.
The silvery glint on the waters of the Rio de la Plata. And beyond that....the sea.
It sounds fast but I had sat on the idea, researched the matter, thought about people, places, plots for nearly five years.
Viva la milonga!
We are all ‘citizens of nowhere’. For varying reasons. In different ways.
I think my friends will understand that it is my present to them