The city is bustling. Cars rumble, people chatter and shout, buses groan around corners as they manouvre the streets.
"This is my favourite place in Buenos Aires", says Luciano as we stare down upon the city. Up here on his balcony the city's chorus is muffled; swallowed up by the five floors below, diminishing it to a sound reminiscent of an old tape recorder. Luciano takes a seat, immediately placing a bandoneon on his right knee as if it is naturally part of sitting down. Speaking, he pulls the instrument open and plays five quick notes, like dots after a sentence....
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"This is my favourite place in Buenos Aires", says Luciano as we stare down upon the city. Up here on his balcony the city's chorus is muffled; swallowed up by the five floors below, diminishing it to a sound reminiscent of an old tape recorder. Luciano takes a seat, immediately placing a bandoneon on his right knee as if it is naturally part of sitting down. Speaking, he pulls the instrument open and plays five quick notes, like dots after a sentence....
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