Meeting people in El Bolsón

Nicolás A. Nicora

In my journey trough El Bolsón I could envision many different ways of life: happy people, some playing others crying.

The landscape in this place is from paradise. I think people here are very happy, and know all because very few people.

I visited mountains, parks, lakes, all the streets and see everything in a plane. But, a place call my attention. A park. The central park. There starts my interview.

In the central park, Plaza Pagano, met a blond girl called April.

She said that El Bolsón is like a secret place, an exclusive valley between mountains and nature. A resting place. But she also said that this is a small town and a big hell. She is from Buenos Aires and no plans to return.

Another girl, Ayelén, talks about the hippies. She said that most of them are craft people in the popular local fair. She seen that the town is falling apart: there is garbage in the streets, pollution and strange people.

Ayelén is a NyC (Nacida y Criada) and wouldn’t change El Bolsón for any place in the world.

A red head, Mariano, sees that the people here like music, that there is night life and that public school is bad.

I realized that this man doesn’t speak much.

As you can see, in El Bolsón, there are many people with different ideas. April think like me: El Bolsón is a paradise. Ayelen see the other side of the moon and Mariano said nothing.

But this only made ​​me realize that El Bolsón is magic and natural.