Yes, that happens in real life. After I had walked down the road from the school to the bus stop in the unrelenting downpour without my umbrella or raincoat, I proceeded to wait for my damned N5 bus for a few minutes, and while I tried to dodge the stares of the scummy Latin American men, a motorcycle tore past a car on my side, drowning my starving, cold, and wet body with filthy Córdoba street water. I sobbed. That was the only thing I could do. Sob.
And then I got over it and went back to wondering what we were going to have for dinner at 11pm, hopelessly hoping that there would be leftovers for tomorrow's lunch that I will probably not get anyways.
Here's to you, Argentina.
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