Brain Vomit #25 The Place in My Dreams
Pinamar is the town that i grew up in. It’s on the East coast of Argentina about 5 hours south of Buenos Aires. It is almost the opposite of Los Angeles. When I lived there the town had about 15000 people, LA currently has about 15000000 people in comparison. I think It’s the best place to raise a family, clean air, safe town, mostly nice weather (winters can get very cold). Lots of trees and nature. The towns main industry is tourism, lot’s of wealthy Argentines have their summer homes there and also retire there. So the town is a little bit more cultured and educated than the neighboring rural towns because we’d get a diverse group of people who think differently. But it’s important that the people who grow up there move out and see the world. It’s a very sheltered little town, the people who choose to live there year round all of their lives tend to have a very narrow view of the world, conservative values and underdeveloped minds. In many ways it can be like a small town in the United States minus the racism.
When we moved to the United States in 2001 I was 14. We didn’t want to live here. The plan was to stay in LA for 1 year. But the economy collapsed and if we went back we would have a very hard time rebuilding, also the United States is the most promising country in the world. If we are going to have to start from scratch at least we were in the best place to do so. Still I hated it. In my dreams I was riding my bike with my friends in the woods back in Pinamar. But then I’d wake up and have to take a very crowded bus to a school with half the population of my hometown.
Pinamar would later become a place in my head, it would live in memories and in my dreams. Like every dream It would be an idealized version of the place. Though I would recognize everything in my dream when I woke up I wasn’t sure if that place actually existed or if I made it up. Overtime Idealized memories and dreams would build on each other till it became a place completely made up in my head. After so many years of living in the US the only clear memories I had were in the United States, Argentina felt almost like a different life. Pinamar was not a place any more, just a fantasy.
The place in my dreams.