Conference in Rio, many, many presentations, the feeling of being an impostor, but less than usual. The social part of the conference always baffles me. The faculty was in the middle of the Atlantic Forest, the windows opened to the jungle and a couple of shows I hung up at the trees.
The Argentine government gave space to the church in Puerto Madero and the priests were about equal to the other docks, and put them all saints' names. The Brazilian government gave the church a piece of Atlantic forest at the foot of a hill and priests were few buildings really good, one named Kennedy. So the church has more wave in Brazil. Well, not much more wave: the Catholic University of Rio supported the military dictatorship, told me a girl from Brasilia to have breakfast on Saturday morning (not San Pablo).
pretensions The hostel was in Ipanema, the last day I ran away and I saw people walking barefoot, homeless and going to or returning from Rio de Janeiro beach. After airport, airplane, back home. With my significant other there is always a kind of negotiation while we got used to living together again, but the happiness of seeing file the edges.
On Monday, family lunch to remember. There were two voters of Narvaez, who suggested pulling strains of influenza A on the villas. Someone said "what I like about America is that everything is orderly." program seemed Capusotto . I did not want to discuss.
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