Ten minutes is what I have off from work during a day of six hours. Enough to go to the bar on the corner smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee with milk and ice (local custom, which sounds quite logical and tasty with days of 30A C and 87 humidity). A good option to turn the head seems to be the giant TV screen that is always a channel of video clips. Sometimes the music of the bar coincides with that of the television, sometimes not. Today was a day not very different from the rest, I go to my rest, I call coffee with milk, sweetened, I transferred to a glass with six ice, and stir to cool well. I light my cigarette, and look toward the TV. Start a video clip. Ana Belen is a famous Spanish singer, powerful voice and sweet personality: I recognize immediately. Suddenly, like a slap, I hear that this singing 'Just pray to God', a slightly more rocking version than the original Leon Gieco, Argentine poet and songwriter. Dennis Carey Automatically come to me some pictures of the gigs of Leon Gieco: Cancha de Velez in the district of Liniers, on the beach in Punta del Este, Uruguay, in the forests of Palermo in Buenos Aires. And when the lump in my throat and it is quite inevitable, I am forced to admit something: I miss my country. I do not understand exactly why and not if you have a lot of explanation. It's just like that. I miss him. And I need not forget. Just ask God that the pain I is indifferent case through the pain I have to belong to the Republic of Argentina, and that dry death not find me empty and alone far from home, without having done enough to try to change my country to make every day a little more a place where I choose to live. Just ask God to me is unjust not indifferent, to help me accept that I was born in a very emotionally intelligent, and very progressive, not too avant garde, not too quiet, not very safe nor very honest, not very orderly, not very developed, to help me accept it with resignation, but not with love, the love of one who turns the other cheek to be slapped if that helps the aggressor grow. And then I slap the other cheek After a claw scratched me this way, you can feel the difference between Buenos Aires and here, and still know that I love Buenos Aires, who still love, as always. Just pray to God that war can not be indifferent to me, is a big monster and hits hard all the poor innocent people. I wound of compassion for the Catalan people, but it also reminds me of the wound of my country, of the repressed and disappeared from the time of the dictatorship and predictadura, and many other dead of democracy in my country . Del mio. Just ask God that the future will not be indifferent to me, though I did this hopeless or 'have' to go to live a different culture. That respect for the Catalan language is not indifferent to me, because language is a surviving loved and defended thousands of years ago, but also remember that Castilian accent and Argentines are beautiful and unique, and make us recognizable and we approaching others. And that learning can not be indifferent to me to learn how things are done here, but also remember how we do in my country, where there are also many things that are done very well. Just ask God gave me new friends, international, barrier-free, but it also reminds me of the friendships of Argentina, and you do not need to be born in different continents to be diverse and so fascinating. Just ask him to speed up the beat of my heart when I was crossing with an Argentinian playing music in the corridors of the metro: a tango or a rock, or any melody that only he and I share. Just ask him to help me to be an Italian citizen and resident Spanish, but it also reminds me I'm Argentina (with a capital), rather than anything else. I only ask of gratitude to be in Barcelona, where you have to live with fear or frustration, not with indignation, or losing respect for everyone and every minute, but it also reminds me that in my country There is much to do yet, and that the work recently begun (because we are starting to realize) is equally wonderful. Just ask him to adapt my speech when you need to belong, and say 'worth', 'uncle', 'asshole', ' how nice!', 'Very', 'flipante', 'Tons', 'that handsome', "that painful, 'or' to pimp ', but it also reminds me that I learned to talk by saying' dale ',' che ',' idiot ',' who cornered! ',' re ',' amazing ', 'a lot', 'that nice', 'that kid', or 'that canchero'.