As Invisible As Claude RainsTuesday, October 08, 2013
For close to three weeks I took the train, the San Martín Line, from Bella Vista, Provincia de Buenos Aires to Retiro and back. Anytime any of my relatives or friends found out about this journey of mine they would warn me about taking anything valuable with me. They told me not to pack cameras or my aging laptop. They almost made me feel paranoid.
But I had a spade up my sleeve, a very good Ace of Spades. I mimicked Claude Rains in the Invisible Man to perfection. Part of the invisibility package had me wearing my dark sunglasses.
Within days I fit in. I would be reading a newspaper, a best-seller, Marcos Aguinis La Furia de Eva Perón or taking out my phone and making as if I was checking something just like everybody else in what must be one of the most wired (unwired) cities on earth. While I would have never tempted fate and snapped with Nikon FM-2 or my brand new Fuji X-E1, my iPhone enabled me to take a few pictures unoticed.
I am happy to report that in Buenos Aires this erstwhile porteño somehow still looked like one and nobody ever did give me more than a passing glance.