A night spent in the sky. A journey in the making. Floating towards a destination.
I come down from above the clouds and descend to the light of the sunrise. Quite the entrance. A modern day Jesus, with a bit of help from modern day technology.
I obtain some local currency, pick up the apartment keys, refill the stomach, sit down on the bed and put my pen to use.
Later that night my female accomplice arrives. A shake of hands, a kiss on the cheek, some bible reading together and it’s off to bed. Halle-fucking-lujah.
The next morning we go out and walk through the hipster neighbourhood. The leaves on the trees next to the sidewalk colour the sky green. In the numerous cafes we see tattooed youngsters with abstract haircuts creating barista-art. We acquire two pieces from the caffeine-art exhibition and continue.
Holding on tight to vines we swing through these streets full of high rise buildings full of stories. Eventually we manage to escape this concrete jungle for a minute.
We arrive and sit down in one of the colossal city parks. Trees attempt to compete with the buildings and dogs have been let off the leash, running around freely. We close our eyes and breathe in the illusion of fresh air.
Days pass by in the metropole as touristy hotspots get visited. Kilometers of walking, pounds of food, a mind filled with memories. Before we know it the final night commences.
We’re standing in world’s fastest elevator. Me: trousers and a dress shirt, my partner in crime: a venom green cocktail dress - gorgeous. I can’t wait to recite my favourite psalms tonight.
The top floor.
Hipster approved techno music sounds from the speakers and waiters feeling superior to their clientele guide us to our table. They sigh and motion towards our seats. I promise them to put on my sunglasses when it’s dark, be on my phone a lot and to act uninterested the entire time whilst there. We receive a 0.01 percent discount and a nod of appreciation.
From the twenty-first floor we have a spectacular 270 degree view of the city. The sun starts setting and a layer of gold comes over Buenos Aires. People stop whatever they are doing and the selfie-crowd gathers. All capturing the moment while completely missing it.
I take a sip from my cocktail made out of a few thousand torn apart pesos and look up at the sky.
Happy to have visited, glad to leave this city tomorrow. But first: the night.
I smile. “Here we go again.”
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