Last week an Argentine ex-president passed away. I wasn't really planning to go to the ceremony that held place along the streets of Buenos Aires basicaly because I didn't feel a very strong connection with him, I mean, I know he was the first democratically elected President in a very long time, and that's a huge thing, but appart from that... I dunno, I'm not taking sides on something that happened when I was a one-year-old, besides the fact that I'm absolutely grateful I lived all my life in democracy.
That being said, I wound up unvoluntarily in the middle of the whole thing on my way to S's house and by fortune I had my camera with me! So you get a little glimpse of the throngs of people gathering up to see the Army escort go by. It was really thrilling to take part of it, even though I did it in my own way: seeing people's faces, reading the flags and banners and looking up at the poeple looking down on us from their valconies.
It was literaly like seeing history in the making, and I loved it.
All photos by me.