I arrived at Montevideo, and looked for a hostel. It was pouring rain, like in Rosario. Though I was weary, I visited the city, because I didn’t intend to stay more than a day there. Pictures and stuff. At night, acoustic verses with the weird Richard [us], and card games with some people: Carla [cl], Paula [it], and other names that I never knew. So that is, people always ask ‘where you are from’ before even knowing your name… puff.
On the following day, after a coffee, I moved.
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