The problem with roommates is universal. Some people are simply not able to live with anyone else, and that’s why they should be confined to places where no one has to deal with them. So I’m not going to talk about that kind of people. Sociology or anthropology should take care of them. I dedicate my life to the study of Porteño behavior, so I’m going to talk about this group of people in particular.
Let’s just say that you are blonde and that you came from a place where Spanish is not the native language. You have been living in a hostel for 2 weeks and you’ve decided to stay longer. You think that a good way to learn the language/culture or simply to have your own room, is to share a house with the locals. You’ve done this in other countries, so there’s nothing to worry about.
You’ve met a lot of Porteños in bars (mostly in Palermo or San Telmo) and you think they are the friendliest people on earth. What could go wrong living with one of these cheerful creatures for a month or two?
You check out some places until you decide to stay in one of them.
Your living-with-Porteños experience is about to begin.
There are a lot of different types, I’m going to expose just a few.
These guys are in their mid 20´s, hip, cool, re copados, todo bien. When you first meet them, at around 4 PM, they are just waking up and you assume that they had just finished their siesta. You peek at one of the rooms and you see six people sleeping on two mattresses. You see vomit on the front door and you imagine a disrespectful drunk bum making that mess while nobody was watching. You decided to move in. On the first night, they decide to throw a “welcome party” on your honor and you feel like they are your best friends. They tell you to invite all your “friends from the hostel” and you do. You have a memorable night. At about 3 AM you pass out, but the party continues. When you wake up, you witness the same scenario that you saw the first day you went to that place. And it’s the same scenario that you’ll see for the next two months if you don’t move out.
You talk to one of your new roommates and you find out that he hooked up with the Swedish girl from the hostel that you really liked. You also discover that your iPod is missing and that nobody knows what happened to it. Someone comes out from the bathroom wearing your favorite jacket. You cannot believe your eyes. You get angry.
“Hey, what’s your problem man?”, The Porteño says, “after all we threw this party for you, you could at least show some gratitude.”
Don’t think that they are bad people. They just want to party, didn’t you come here because you wanted crazy nightlife? You cannot complain, my friend.
Tags: Living in Argentina, Diva, Party