Trauma

The cute Argentine girl was adamantly averse to conversation about things that mattered.

"No! I will not talk politics with you."

"It's harmless. I don't vote or live here, and don't even know the strategic history of the political parties."

"So why do you care?"

"Because if you are aware of innate structural flaws that are obvious to visitors, then why does no one who lives here and is responsible for the society acknowledge them in the public sphere and set about fixing them? This is your society, with addressable problems that no one dares address, so from inaction you are forced to tolerate them."

"These cannot be discussed, and so I will not with you."

So light-hearted was the rest as we drank delicious Mendoza wine, ate fine grass fed beef and Patagonia tender roasted lamb, laughing and playing the night away -- cheap diversions to distract from trauma and naked emperors.