The city was buzzing when we arrived.

Cabs honked like mad animals making their way through a herd. It was September 10, 2011, and we’d just stepped off the plane in Buenos Aires, a city of eleven million. As we made our way through downtown the next morning we saw people gathering around tv screens: smoke bursting from skyscrapers, headlines screaming, people around us shaking their heads, hands over their mouths. Oh God. It was the first day of a new chapter, also an old chapter crashing in. Hurting us. Asking us. A new day was on us, you all, and nothing made sense anymore.