Lost innocence. Part two.

Den tapte uskylden og nestenranet jeg blogget om tidligere denne måneden sprang ut fra en hendelse en søndag morgen utenfor Congreso. Psykologiprofessoren Peter Harris var med, og det er med glede at jeg gjengir hans beretning av hendelsen. Hvis dere noen gang får muligheten til å delta på et kulturelt integreringsseminar med fyren, kan det anbefales på det sterkeste. Sjekk også ut hjemmesiden hans her.

we had paused in one of the city squares for me to take this photograph, when i heard maria who was standing a little way behind me, make a sudden noise, & when i turned around i saw that she was being led off by a woman i'd never seen before. i followed & saw that maria had some kind of black fluid in her hair, on her face & on her clothes. my first thought was that somehow she'd been splashed by a passing bus.

then another man appeared who indicated to me that i also had this fluid all down the back of my coat, & through the international language of mime & gesturing to the tree, indicated that birds in it had shat upon us

i felt a little uncertain about the situation. it seemed amazing that:

a) both of us had been hit from behind even though we were standing several meters apart

b) that not only did these "birds" seem to possess highly direction anuses, but also anuses capable of delivering water canon like proportions of "excrement"

c) that the excrement in question seems to have a consistency & smell that was much more like engine oil that any bird faeces i've ever previously encountered*

d) that our two "rescuers" seemed both to be not only on the spot to help, but perfectly kitted out to do so with bottles of water & packets of tissues, & just how keen they were to help us get cleaned up

e) the particular attention they paid to our pocket areas during the aforementioned cleaning process

knowing that neither of us had anything in our pockets remotely worth robbing & that if push came to shove, maria as a tall blond viking maid could have snapped them both like twigs actually made the situation more comic than frightening & in any case, shortly afterwards some good burghers of buenos aires ran over towards us shouting & waving, strangely enough causing our too good samaritans to beat a hasty retreat.

which almost felt a bit of a shame.

it's not every day your get your leg rubbed by small argentinian men...