Cuarenta y cinco.

Alta Gracia is a small town 40 km south from Cordoba, birthplace of Ernesto de la Serna Che Guevara. Funny, he traveled across northern Argentina by bicycle (twice), I didn't know it before. Items and pictures in his house were more boring. I've been impressed by another one building - house of Manuel de Falla, Spanish modern composer. Alta Gracia is a place of his death. I mean the same usual bullshit - this is a legendary spoon, a legendary tube, just amazing, doesn't it? - but music! El Amor Brujo. Dance of bumblebee, hell yeah. At the end, near an ancient Jesuitical fort I've found the local Argentinian writer, he looked as a keeper of gates. I didn't fucking understand from his speech anything, only looked at his last book - suddenly about Russia. Well, probably this is a good stuff, man, but Kamchatka is still Kamchatka, not Kamchachka, not by a long shot, sir.

Cuarenta y cuatro.

Instead of the party I met a silly guy on the hostel's reception, a fan of Radiohead, Kaaarma Police, arrest this man, bla-bla-bla, so I decided to move to the next host. Lucho and Sabri showed for me all this city - big, old and clean, looking good. Sometimes I felt with them as an aged traveled barfly, but conversations were o.k., probably most close feelings for the last year with smbdy else except several fateful chaps. There is also one of the famous universities of Sudamerica - Universidad de Cordoba, Lucho lives just 10-minutes walk from there. I'm always wanted to live in the place smth like that. And I will. Mb I'm really traveled guy already, that's right, so what? To make some stupid things mine - it's never too late.