Said one of my co-workers, Marcelo Pereira, I think after the third day of the summit, while I was telling them about all the 'cultural activities' we were missing by working so many hours!
I did not mentioned before, but one of the best things about mar del plata was presence of my friend Gunes, another crazy turk, who lives in Buenos Aires. I think if it was not for him, I would kill someone before the end of the week!
I found Gunes at the opening ceremony of the Summit. He came with a friend of his from Baires, and then made another friend, who became the focus of our entertainment rest of the week. Jerome, a quebecois, was a person of few words, he was more like a statue, or a lamp, in most cases. He only smiled, and seemed to me that he did have a clue of what was happening around him there or anywhere!
Gunes hung out mostly at the cultural activities of the summit, he was in charge of nightly entertainment, whenever we could. His main obsession was to catch Manu Chau sing--who at the end made a cameo appearence and a concert in the middle of the third day, in a plaza in the city (we both missed it unfortunately).
He also managed to find an incredible gift for my friend Conner, and we send it over to her for her bday after a long and a complicated journey I had to make to meet up with her husband: I try to crash the VIP of the stadium while Chavez was speaking to the people there, with tens of security guards and policeman! Gunes and I met with other interesting characters throughout the week, an ecuadorian kid who came to see the protests--thus the last night of our stay in Mar del will be known as "the night Gunes taught how to insult with a famous turkish gesture--in turkish nah cekmek--" to the same ecuadorian guy and to my co worker Lucas--, the son of the owner of the hostel, prostitutes, italian journalists. We shared a lot of laughs...and I am sure we will share many more in the course of our lives here in south cone!
*Men cannot only live of panels!
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