The streets of this hood are mud and clay. People have the dirt on their hands. Workers. Barrio Roberto Carillo is on the outskirts of Buenos Aires. It’s sunny and this hood has me finally feeling at home. We’re walking the streets. Around the corner comes the toughest looking dude we’ve seen so far, all pierced up, tatted out and dressed in black walking toward us with the stare of an executioner. When he is a few feet away he sings out the name of the old neighborhood futbol coach we are walking with and grill turns to grin. They greet with a kiss. Then I go to give him a point and he brings it in for the real thing… Kissed by a thug in the middle of the street. Totally normal here in Argentina. Alright, I’m cool. Keeping it moving...
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