I'm sure everyone is sick to death (some literally) of the smoky Buenos Aires topic. But I'm writing about it again today, thousands of miles away in L.A., because I'm still sick from it.
It's Earth Week, people, and the fire is still raging on and on outside of Buenos Aires as it has for weeks. Ironically the city will be celebrating Earth Week this Saturday; I hope the smoke clears by then.
Here in L.A. my son Jason's apartment smells like smoke; why? Because of my suitcases and their contents! Can you believe that? My clothes from inside my house in Boedo smell like a chimney a week later in L.A.
Ruben told me that Thursday and Friday nights his eyes burned so bad at night in bed he couldn't sleep.
Friday night here I watched Dateline's Earth Week show on the glaciers of Bolivia which have disappeared in the last 20 years. A year-round ski resort is left high and dry and in rusty ruins amid bare rocks and rubble. An Indian woman who depended on the glacier for water and now must make do with a trickle of melting ice, asked the reporter, "Why is the mountain crying?"
The residents of Buenos Aires are crying from smoke and related illnesses. I'm seeing doctors here for my severe allergic reaction there.
Let's pray for rain. Let's dance for rain in Argentina.