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Greta, but that hidden kindness made me think he must have some extra goodness underneath it all.
    Our very dysfunctional family had always one unsaid rule: “as long as you don’t get into each other’s way, you’ll get along just fine.” As soon as I learnt it being still a preschooler I discovered it worked wonders.
    By the time I got to my teens we moved to South America, most specifically to Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina. I must admit that in the beginning I was not very fond of the idea, but as we settled there and I started growing up I discovered something: the amazing advantages of being a teenager of a certain social position in this part of the Latin-American culture.
    If my parental boundaries were lax, the social boundaries imposed on teens in this part of the world were just as slack.
    Parties extended themselves up until 8 in the morning, curfews were nearly non-existent and an inherent sensuality was present in every aspect of the Buenos Aires’ culture. Let me tell you a secret: women dress up for almost everything! And believe me when I tell you they know how to do it! Fashion statements are expressed on a daily basis in B.A. Make-up and fab-hair was a complete must.
    Another interesting thing was how people interacted with each other; they tended to do so in a very visceral manner, everything spices emotions from everyone. Everyday life with Argentineans was totally hot! Just imagine, something I had no interest in being a part of became any teenager’s dream: “party all night, meet interesting people, and do as you will, all with very few boundaries”. Of course we had limits, but, just as I learnt . . . rules were only made to be bent.
    By the time my foster parents’ time in South America was finished I was so in love with this country and its surroundings that I decided to stay and finish school here, but here I’m getting ahead of my story.
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    My first year in this new country was quite difficult for me; it was a different country, continent and climate and I’m not even talking about the adjustments I had to do in order to fit into my new high school! Still, I managed and by the end of the year I was a completely normal student of “Los Plátanos” one of the most exclusive and posh schools in B.A.
    My new school was just in the outskirts of the city but still in the district called “Gran Buenos Aires”. It was an impressive building, four stories high with dark brick walls. The builders probably copied a very English style of construction with pointy tower-like constructions at the top. It looked very sophisticated at plain sight, it was completely gorgeous.
    The windows were all white rimmed and looked constantly newly painted. Every classroom had high ceilings with carefully sculpted decorations adding a very posh feeling to the place. Vast corridors with impeccably polished floors run through the building like veins, they were lined with deep blue-coloured lockers and coat closets everywhere. I must admit that even though I was not fond of the idea of coming to B.A at the beginning my first impression of the school building was quite positive.
    Since I was used to move around quite a bit, I was not as scared of my new classmates as another kid would be. Thank God on my decent social skills! This is one of the few things I attribute Greta and Thomas for, and I’m really glad I could learn these from them. They made the very difficult process of adapting something slightly less painful.
    The pathway that went from the front iron gates towards the main building was lined with different kinds of very tall, old trees. Cypresses and planes grew at each side of the main pathway making it one of the prettiest entrances I’ve ever seen. During springtime, a quite windy season in this part of the world, their branches rocked back and forth as in a constant lullaby. While in autumn the planes leaves changed in colour and repainted the whole scenery. They