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As folks wander…

As folks wander randomly

On a long-lost street

My thoughts sit idle

But not asleep.

More has happened this day

Than could have happened in a night.

The pain travels longer

But is never out of sight.

The morning sun brings hope

Even to a distant land

But only if it shines

Near the place where I stand.

Just an hour by boat from Buenos Aires, this world heritage site has a meaningful, slow pace

(This story is waiting for more photos and fixes on techno glitches–the rumours are that the Russians hacked in. Until the fix, this story lacks content…)

This is a city with urban life writ large–more than 15 million people with a grand history of opulence and wealth (for those who had money) and a darker history of poverty and oppression (for those who had no money).

The City of Buenos Aires thrived when beef and grain exports topped the charts in the later 1800’s. That opulence continued for decades, which these photos of the streets show–ornate and powerful buildings showing Buenos Aires an equal to the cities of Europe. At least until both headed into the 1930’s, tumultuous times for all.

Then there were many economic and political struggles in the middle of the 20th century (with Juan and Eva Peron being the most symbolic example of that). So what we have now on the streets of Buenos Aires is a mix of the old opulence and a noble effort to get by with little and lessening. Still, there is hope and happiness among the tombs of a city with a mighty past.

This is spectacle which too few people in this world get to see. Even so, there’s still hoards of tourists. Fortunately, they say there’s lots of animals enjoying the place…

About This Place…

"This website is dedicated to the many people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo who have suffered and died."


The writer was a journalist, prosecutor, and Canadian soldier who is now trying to help the people who live in the DR Congo.


The photographs and the commentary here are solely those of the writer and his pet dog named "Bark." The United Nations and MONUSCO have nothing to do with this website.

Similarly, the township of Puskokum in eastern Tennessee is equally not interested.