Yesterday was a long day, even if we woke up late and went out late. We were walkig to the semitary were Evita Perón's tomb is. At the way there we finally found a place were we could buy protection for the passports, we also found shields of Argentina in good quality, but small, but the same size as the one we got from Chile.
We arrived at the semitary, a great graveyard, bt this is not even close to the graveyards I am used to see in my homeland, it was more like a silent city, with small back alleys with small houses filled with statues of angels and saints staring at you. This was a city of the people who passed away, and the houses were their graves, their homes they spend the time after life in. In some places I could feel an odd, bizarre smell of something, the smell of death.
The semitary is a bit scary at the same tie as it is beautiful and peaceful. The way the sun was shining between the roof tops and threes in the twilight was very beautiful.
We soon found the tomb of Evita, the sacred, legendary heroine of Argentina. Her tomb was not special or aything, it looked like most of the other tombs in the semitary.
We found many interresting tombs and storys, in one tomb there was a girl who had a narcoleptic attack and fell in deep sleep. The people thought she was dead, the next day already they had the ceremony, it is traditional even today in both Argentina and Brazil that people have the ceremony the day after a person dies, wich for me is to soon, in Sweden it is at least one week we wait, both in case if the person isnt really dead, or more common reason that the people around need time to accept that the dear friend or family member is dead.
Well, this young woman woke up in her grave the night after the ceremony, and the comig morning the people could see that the coffin had moving, when they opened it they saw that the woman had been tearig the top of the chest, and her neck was all bloody when she teared herself with her nails in pure panic before her true death.
For me, this is the worst thing that can happen, to wake up i your own coffin, locked inside this darkness and know that this is the plase you will starve, this is the place you will lose your breath when the air is over, this is the place you will live in panic till death come as an salvation... and more grotesc is the thought that it is in this coffin you will rot to a skeleton, in the very same place you lie now...
It is pure panic.
Later we found another scary tomb, filled with chains and lockers, with big stones complicated to open, the scary thing about this is that it really look like the grave was created to keep something inside and stop this from coming up to the surface. Many paranoid thoughts came up sometimes.
Later we went to eat after the semitary, and later we went home.
Today there were protest outside Casa Rosada, the people were angry at the governement and the president, Cristina Kirchna. It was alot of fights outside the palace. Later when we looked at the news, the president herself were outside on a stage, singing the national anthem of Argentina together with the people. She was telling alot of "good" things that really didnt have anything with the occation to do, this were things that the people agreed with, like the Islas Malvinas (Falkland Islands) for exemple. It was abit pathetic to see, cause recently the people were hating her, now they were apploading and screaming after she told something, and everytime they did it a orchestra played a little happy tune. In the end of all alot of confetti were thrown in the air and the president went to her husband, and then the country were happy ever after again, just like a fairly tale of Disney. Well, it takes time to understand this country, as Diêgo said... or if you ever will do it.
Right now there is a football match between Argentina and Brazil, Diêgo and antoher brazilian guy here in the hostel is screaming, the other (including me sometimes) hope Argentina to win... just to mess a little, I think no one else exept the brazilians here, really like football, I was never interrested in it. Well of course it was annoying when Sweden lost, not cause of the lose, but bechause Diêgo was so happy that Brazil won, hehe.
This was all for today, bye!
We arrived at the semitary, a great graveyard, bt this is not even close to the graveyards I am used to see in my homeland, it was more like a silent city, with small back alleys with small houses filled with statues of angels and saints staring at you. This was a city of the people who passed away, and the houses were their graves, their homes they spend the time after life in. In some places I could feel an odd, bizarre smell of something, the smell of death.
The semitary is a bit scary at the same tie as it is beautiful and peaceful. The way the sun was shining between the roof tops and threes in the twilight was very beautiful.
We soon found the tomb of Evita, the sacred, legendary heroine of Argentina. Her tomb was not special or aything, it looked like most of the other tombs in the semitary.
We found many interresting tombs and storys, in one tomb there was a girl who had a narcoleptic attack and fell in deep sleep. The people thought she was dead, the next day already they had the ceremony, it is traditional even today in both Argentina and Brazil that people have the ceremony the day after a person dies, wich for me is to soon, in Sweden it is at least one week we wait, both in case if the person isnt really dead, or more common reason that the people around need time to accept that the dear friend or family member is dead.
Well, this young woman woke up in her grave the night after the ceremony, and the comig morning the people could see that the coffin had moving, when they opened it they saw that the woman had been tearig the top of the chest, and her neck was all bloody when she teared herself with her nails in pure panic before her true death.
For me, this is the worst thing that can happen, to wake up i your own coffin, locked inside this darkness and know that this is the plase you will starve, this is the place you will lose your breath when the air is over, this is the place you will live in panic till death come as an salvation... and more grotesc is the thought that it is in this coffin you will rot to a skeleton, in the very same place you lie now...
It is pure panic.
Later we found another scary tomb, filled with chains and lockers, with big stones complicated to open, the scary thing about this is that it really look like the grave was created to keep something inside and stop this from coming up to the surface. Many paranoid thoughts came up sometimes.
Later we went to eat after the semitary, and later we went home.
Today there were protest outside Casa Rosada, the people were angry at the governement and the president, Cristina Kirchna. It was alot of fights outside the palace. Later when we looked at the news, the president herself were outside on a stage, singing the national anthem of Argentina together with the people. She was telling alot of "good" things that really didnt have anything with the occation to do, this were things that the people agreed with, like the Islas Malvinas (Falkland Islands) for exemple. It was abit pathetic to see, cause recently the people were hating her, now they were apploading and screaming after she told something, and everytime they did it a orchestra played a little happy tune. In the end of all alot of confetti were thrown in the air and the president went to her husband, and then the country were happy ever after again, just like a fairly tale of Disney. Well, it takes time to understand this country, as Diêgo said... or if you ever will do it.
Right now there is a football match between Argentina and Brazil, Diêgo and antoher brazilian guy here in the hostel is screaming, the other (including me sometimes) hope Argentina to win... just to mess a little, I think no one else exept the brazilians here, really like football, I was never interrested in it. Well of course it was annoying when Sweden lost, not cause of the lose, but bechause Diêgo was so happy that Brazil won, hehe.
This was all for today, bye!
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