Historical courtship in Argentina – comedic short story
My grandpa once told me how he courted my grandma. Those were different times. Romance was nothing like today. Continue Reading
My grandpa once told me how he courted my grandma. Those were different times. Romance was nothing like today. Continue Reading
Lo que más recuerdo de mi abuelo fue el día en que entró en mi cuarto cuando me estaba masturbando. Solía quedarme con mis abuelos casi todos los veranos cuando era chico, aunque dejé de visitarlos al llegar a la… Continue Reading
The thing I remember the most about my grandfather was the day when he walked in on me masturbating. Continue Reading
Me desperté a las 3 de la mañana y no pude volver a dormir. No pude reprimir la amargura de sus palabras. Continue Reading
I woke up at 3 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t repress the bitterness from her words. Continue Reading
“Where the fuck are they?” he grumbled while he opened all the drawers of his living room desk. He would absentmindedly leave his keys on the first place he found and therefore he needed to look for them in odd… Continue Reading
“Mr., are you not cold?”, said a woman in Polish to Agustin while he stood barefoot in the chilliness of November, outside his hostel. He didn’t understand Polish, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention… Continue Reading
I’m just another uninformed Argentinean giving his opinion on the country’s economy. But who isn’t? I’ve read Marx, Stiglitz and watched economists all around the world trying to explain the reasons behind Argentina’s poor economic performance. The world unanimously agrees… Continue Reading
The journey from Poznan to Poltava wasn’t so long. We took the highway I think, because it was very smooth the whole way, except for some hiccups at customs. Ukraine is the biggest European country and I’ve traveled from Eastern… Continue Reading
Yes, I know, I know, who cares about Argentina? Who cares about petty stories full of sociohistorical drama and nostalgic memories? But please bare with me because I don’t know where to start from, so I should start from the… Continue Reading