Mas o Menos
Well What time is he here? I asked the brother of the landlord, who let me in the apartment during the wee hour after I arrived.
Between my broken Spanish and his broken English , somehow I understood, the landlord was coming over in half an hour, Mas o Menos. Great, I could pay him and then go to do some shopping: shoes, cds, grocery…
That was two hours ago, when I spoke with the brother. I was so hungry, the airline was serving meals the portion of feeding an infant. But I couldn’t leave the apartment to get some lunch.
Hola, I can’t make it today. Impossible. At 2:30pm the phone rang and I picked up. It was the landlord.
Ok, no problem. Manana? I was relieved.
Si, Manana.
What time tomorrow? I caught him before he hung up.
Eh… Mas O Menos, the same time, 2:00pm.
Hasta Manana. I smiled.
Mas o Menos Now I know I am in Buenos Aires. 
