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Mi cuatrimestre en Buenos Aires

In August, after a short night in a plane (and 32 °C in Austria), I arrived in Buenos Aires. Winter, cold, alone, no Spanish, and no place to live. So, I was perfectly prepared.
Having arrived in chaos, otherwise known as Buenos Aires, I headed off straight away to look at two apartments I had heard about from acquaintances who had studied here a while ago.

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