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note from Buenos Aires

" Buenos Aires is a city of contrasts. As soon as one is moved out of the center, you find yourself in another world. In the poorest neighborhoods, the streets are not paved and is everywhere around garbage that are in the bushes and shrubs roadside collected. These barrios are much quieter than the hectic center and the oppressive atmosphere is reinforced by the many stray dogs, that engage in heavy fighting with each other. The problem of stray dogs were at least contain something in Buenos Aires installed a meter waste baskets in which the waste is deposited until he picked up from the garbage disposal is.
everywhere, even in the center of the city children and young people begging for money, food or water. Unfortunately, our group of volunteers had to on a sunny afternoon in the city a first confrontation street children. These children are already eight or nine years so poor that they do not have more to lose. They steal everything that comes into their fingers and stop at nothing. As we are in at a kiosk in the center of the city bought some food, made us aware Hinnerk the front of the store standing children. He advised us to take care of our valuables well and, if so noted. As soon as we came out of the stand, we were begging the kids for money. When we gave them nothing, they were very aggressive. I tried to tear away my sweater, which I tied around me. At the last moment I held him still. The children went off, but again they came back with some reinforcements. They tried it again and when she realized that is to bring with us nothing, they moved from. Ten minutes later we saw the same gang stole another man's wallet. The angry man ran after the kids, they left this out of fear the wallet fall and retreated into the underground shaft. This has shown us that not Buenos Aires is very safe. Nevertheless feels very much on the personal conduct.

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After a brief stay at Banfield, we went to Capital Federal, Buenos Aires from the core. When I was leaving the station of Estación Retiro, I saw something I knew, but had never seen before. Street children sniffing glue when. I probably had looked too long (also I fell to negative, because I wore all my luggage with me), because one of the street children pelted me like a bag of cement. I was thus drawn attention to just a few hours stay in the country to the social grievances. "