
any days find me sitting at Bar Británico, just around the corner from Sorodesign HQ. The old bar went through a turbulent closing but has been resurrected under new ownership.
Like the 1920s era Bar Hipopótamo across the street where we once brought a miniature book, you never know who will wander in from the street selling all sorts of items. On Saturday at Bar Británico I was approach by a young girl selling ink pens and an old man with maps of the city. Since my pen and map quota was full, I passed on both accounts. Later, a fortyish man with unkept hair entered the bar, made a small bow at the doorway, and proceeded to lay these little books on each table.
The peddlers custom in Buenos Aires is to lay the article for sale on every occupied table, then to come back to each table after you had a chance to contemplate the purchase. As a general rule, I buy books when approached directly by the author in a café, on the street, or in the subway. Call it my own little way of supporting the arts.
Saturday’s acquisition was really just 4 sheets of folded paper tied nicely together with an orange ribbon. (We like orange ribbons here at sorodesign, so this was a special treat). The “book” was identified as number 8 in a series of little books of poems by a patient at Hospital Borda, the nearby psychiatric institute. When I paid my 4 pesos for the book, the seller was very happy and introduced himself as the author. He was really very pleasant but not at all a madman, a word I use in jest. His little book of poems (issue número 8) is titled Pensamientos …”Thoughts”.
The poems are actually quite nice. Contrary to possible perception of mental hospitals (particularly in Latin America), Hospital Borda features a number of artistic participatory programs for patients including a radio station run by the patients.





