...my professors in Buenos Aires let their masks slip and reveal themselves as red propagandists. They claim to teach me how to use the correct prepositions for all space related actions, but the example they use is dubious and problematic for young and unsuspecting minds: I'm going from home to the factory on a bus on line number 6. The factory, ey? Like a good comrade? On the bus, ey? From your home which you share with 4 other families, ey? Where you just ate some beets, ey? Well, I expected this kind of thing in Latin America...
Only their propaganda doesn't seem to work on me, as my brain (toasted from the intense cultural shock) refuses to draw a car going in the right direction. So I try to draw it again - on math paper this time nonetheless, and I get the car facing in the right direction, only it looks really funny... You'll never catch me, you commies! Quick, to the penis-mobile!
