Update written four days after the storm: Still no power. Apart from the light coming from the fires, lit by protestors in the road outside our house.
Easter Sunday at around 9.30pm. A group of people barricades the road using the barriers from the construction site and a bunch of fallen trees at one end and, at the other, a burning pile of trees, branches, wood and tyres. They bang drums, water bottles, pans and buckets, calling for the return of the lights. A police car stops and a couple of officers get out, calmly watching the proceedings.
When nothing seems to be happening, the ringleaders move the protest towards the bridge at the other end of the street. This is more effective as they succeed in blocking the path of cars coming off the freeway and forcing buses to divert around the fire.
This is unheard of in Ituzaingó. These protests are the kind of things we watch on TV, the actions that happen downtown in the capital. The protest is peaceful and unthreatening, although the atmosphere is eerie with the completely darkened streets deserted by cars and the fires burning at either end. We watch proceedings with the dogs, eating our empanadas and enjoying some wine. We wonder whether we should be drinking wine and eating empanadas in these circumstances. Seems kind of strange, but that’s what these past days have been: strange.