Last night in Iguazu Falls, I met a English Barbastro, Huesca, who had come to Ushuaia after putting in Google searches for "somewhere in the world's end "And I left Ushuaia. That's the key, that's the slogan that makes it attractive this city, being the most southerly of the planet, because Ushuaia otherwise, make no mistake, is any city, does not really have any charm. It is part of a circuit. Those who are here come from Bariloche and El Calafate or plan to go there, is the round tourism in southern Argentina, the northern road would Iguazu Falls, where I am now, period, with Buenos Aires the hub. 
Prostitution in Ushuaia During my stay in Arequipa I read on a visit to the bathroom a story about this small city and yet managed to attract 180 000 tourists a year, things went from prostitution and the large number premises dedicated to this work activity.
gave me morbid, but I did not see one, I must be blind, not the sought ... so if you see was: hotel, restaurant, clothing, souvenirs and travel agency, hotel, restaurant shop, clothing, souvenirs and travel ... and so on. And coming cruise, and now that's prostitution, everything is contaminated. And that is beyond me, I can not help it, but I am pleased by the wealth of the locals, but I, Jorge Bonilla, not painted anything in places like that. I'm bored, sorry. I go into dormancy and instead of making fun virtues and problems I turn it off. I would not be so, but I can not avoided. So any activity performed is contaminated by a strange feeling, uncomfortable, either visit the Beagle Channel in a catamaran or go to hyper a glacier in a ski lift (lift) and then leg. And worst of all, I isolate myself and I do not want contact with anyone but when you most need it ... I get cute and cuddly, not looking for prostitutes. 
Where is one? Where are born or where it is. Whenever I'm asked where I have the same lines, when they ask me where I live is easy, Madrid and point, but where I am, is different, it's hard ... then explained that a small town in northern Spain between the Basque Country and Madrid. Burgos is called. I do not feel Burgos, and defend their values, but I feel that city. There is a difference. I think we are where we have lived our youth, the age of the turkey, the first kiss ... when we started to separate from the family home and are able to discover new roads, previously banned. And that happened to me in Burgos, for better or for worse. I left at 18 heading to Salamanca to study and since I only visit. I now live in Madrid and I love Madrid, I did 6 years in Münster, those wonderful years, tomorrow I can live in Nicaragua and feel Nica. And yet if within 10 years from now someone asks me where I come from Central America certainly say that of Burgos, a small town ...
Argentine psychoanalysis, a question of air is one of those questions I had on my mental calendar and I would have liked to answer during my journey through this part of the Southern Cone, for what that thing in Argentina and psychoanalysis in a society that always wanted to be first world and never has been, or is it so? For psychoanalysis in Patagonia, where all the problems there are derivatives of the wind, "Freud took it into account when launching their theories?, Certainly not, otherwise have been written at least an appendix in this regard. Out of jokes. I promise that I would like to know, to discover for myself why this hobby Buenos Aires, mainly, by a theory born in Europe, in a small country, Austria, quite inbred, tucked between mountains and the Protestant religion has much effect on an American South, full of Galicia and southern Italians, an enormous, flat as could be and over Catholic. Let's see, to see who responds to this.
Pd: Do not do much for this post, I'm pessimistic, negative plan and my head is saturated landscapes, spaces and miles. I'm sure if you come seems magical and I love everything, plus snow sure is better, more authentic.
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