What is your point, RC?
"Are you the person who posted around a month ago that you keep your wallet close to your genitals? People who feel safe definitely do not even think to do this.
You have stated that you have limited use of Spanish. That will take you a long way to not having a complete understanding of the place where you live. Not even a close understanding. Not being able to watch the local news or read the local newspaper goes a long way to keeping people ignorant of the rapidly growing crime rate in Buenos Aires.
Nobody remembers the local rally against the rise of crime this past March in Buenos Aires? Where do you guys live? Or, is it that you just spend all day long on the internet so you "tune out" in that way.
Actually, most of the expats that I know that live in BA spend most of their life hiding in their apartments and living on their computers. It does not speak well for enjoying the city and all that it has to offer."
Okay. I get it. It is clear to many readers here, including me for sure, that you are a vindictive, mean-spirited, and rather nasty person (at least as you appear here, although good authority tells us all that you are in person just as meek and sweet as a little lambie), so I should expect a sort of "stalking" from you regarding my posts, although you stated adamantly twice that you had put me into the ignore column. If this is being ignored, I can hardly imagine what it would be like to have you paying attention to me. But that would take the fun out of stalking yours truly, wouldn't it?
Clearly this post slung at me has no purpose other than to taunt and/or mock me. This is your common style, so it is to be expected, since every response you make to me (and to others) has only those purposes. I don't think anybody takes you seriously and I do not need to point out when you lie, exaggerate, or twist words to change meaning.
But I will say ...
I protect my wallet in every city I have lived in everywhere on the planet; it's just common sense, not some special "fear" or paranoia about crime. No more so than being aware of one's surroundings anywhere in the world in a huge city makes simple common sense. This is not place specific.
I am aware enough of the public response to the crime rate here, probably in ways you could not even guess. But that's not what you wanted to say. You wanted to blurt the claim that not being fluent in some language makes you ignorant. Well, I wouldn't be quite that nasty about it, but I will agree with this -- "That will take you a long way to not having a complete understanding of the place where you live." Well, duh! I have lived all over the world, in cities representing, at a quick mental count, 11 languages. I am fluent in none of them, and there is no doubt I am not as immersed or adept in the local culture as a local person. Isn't this so obvious that it goes without saying? Oh, except that's not why you made the comment, is it. I am rather extraordinarily fluent in English, yet, I could not in good faith make the claim that therefore I am now versant and filled with understanding or even comprehension of the United States. What I know, I know well; what I don't know, I don't scream about. Try it.
You know, allow me to just say what it is people find so obnoxious about you, RC, because you seem so mystified every time someone here says how obnoxious your posts are. Read your last paragraph directed to me. It is packed with presumptions, with nasty-edged comments regarding things about which you cannot possibly have any factual information. The expats you know (I am not, by the way, someone you know) spend "most of their life (sic) hiding in their apartments and living on (as in on top of?) their computers (how uncomfortable that must be for them)." This may be true. Maybe most of the expats you know (how many would that be, by the way?) never leave their apartments and instead spending all day (and night, one guesses) living vicarious lives in cyberspace. I suppose we have an entirely separate set of expat acquaintances, because I don't know one (of, quick calculation, maybe 24, 25) who I could in good faith say spend their lives inside their apartments in front of a computer.
Frankly, I don't think you know people like that, either. I think it's just something you blurted out in a surge of mean-spiritedness.
And you don't know anything at all, not one important thing, about me. Except what I write here and how I write. And that is all we know of you.