Argentina is a country known by its beef. And by the way we are when foreigners visit our country. And by our so many tourist spots. And by many other good things.
But in the last decade, we are also known by our cacerolazos (hitting our saucepans against their lids) to show that we are against the government rules.
Now that I'm back in the city, after a fourteen-hour journey in which I had to stop in every town (because truckers were blocking the routes while farmers just stopped cars to give people sheets of paper with information regarding the taxes our government set, impossible to comply with, according to them), I see the whole picture:
why can't we stop complaining and do something more productive than watching how things go wrong? Not exactly the country I enjoy living in!
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