I ride the Buenos Aires buses every day. The buses roar like airplanes. Indescribable. Clouds of fumes pour out of it. Smoke everywhere. Streets covered in white clouds of it. No heat or AC.
These photos show the reality. Those prematurely aged faces, the concealed rage, anger, sadness, and hopelessness that I see every day.
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I ride the Buenos Aires buses every day. The buses roar like airplanes. Indescribable. Clouds of fumes pour out of it. Smoke everywhere. Streets covered in white clouds of it. No heat or AC.
These photos show the reality. Those prematurely aged faces, the concealed rage, anger, sadness, and hopelessness that I see every day.
Buses suck! Trucks suck! Cars suck!
And nobody in control gives a F…!
Then people complain about cigarette smoke…HA!