Here in sucre we lived in a hippy house.
Felix the chilean mechanic/musician hyperactive always talking guy.
A chilean girl, having somewhere a french love.
Neither of them liked chile. It is compulsory to go voting, if not you pay. Too militar they said.
Christmas was spent in the living room, with a lot of wine and cigarettes. After midnight, after the family you go out to party, just like on new years eve. Some went out.
We had fun. You know these nice moments, when many people from different countries, speaking stupidties, stroking the rabbit, everyone trying evey kind of instrument, and somehow it works and you feel warm.