Where I’ve Cried in Public in Buenos Aires

Posted on April 26, 2015 by Vivi in VIVI'S VIEW

Let’s be honest.  We’ve all done it.

In a crowded city where anonymity in a crowded room allows you privacy in a public space, we’ve let our emotions show.

Inspired by the Bold Italic’s article on crying publicly in San Francisco, we’re offering the Buenos Aires chapter.   Here are stories of crying publicly in Buenos Aires.  Thank you to everyone who participated!

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Av. Belgrano y Av Jujuy.

Stressed out by calls from an ex boyfriend, I walked down Av. Belgrano with the first guy I’d really liked since the break up. It was new, and I REALLY didn’t want to mention an ex… but I slowly told him the story, trying to play it cool. In that very moment, my ex actually APPEARED, walking towards us, he said my name… and passed by. I did a double take, turned around, but couldn’t choke out any words, and so I just kept walking. I was dumbfounded.

Overwhelmed by emotion, I burst into tears. I cried and cried. I couldn’t breathe, let alone explain that THIS was the person we were discussing. I don’t know how long I stood there, but all of a sudden, I was by myself, the crying stopped and it was over. There are always aggravating forces in the city, ghosts that haunt you, that will be there to block your path. You can cry if you want, you can stress, but the most important thing is to keep walking.  – JP

Cab ride home from a party.

This guy I was seeing for around six weeks left me at a party at four in the morning. Just ghosted on out of there while I was waiting in line for the bathroom. After searching for him for fifteen minutes I finally called and he nonchalantly informed me that he was almost home. Naturally, I was so embarrassed and angry and hurt I just started sobbing. His friend was kind enough to put me in a cab, and my hysterics distracted the cab driver to such an extent that he broke his side mirror on a dumpster while trying to comfort me. Poor guy.  – PL

On the bus headed to pick up my first cat.

I was riding the 60 into Zona Norte to meet my new kitten and take him home. My family have always been dog people, and this was going to be my first cat ownership experience. I started thinking about the gravity of the situation – being the sole caretaker of a pet for the first time – and I LOST it. Just started weeping on the bus. What if he didn’t like me? What if it missed its kitty mom or brothers? What if he was a fuzzy little sociopath? (turns out that all cats are fuzzy little sociopaths). I was a mess. In the end though, Chimichurri turned out to be a cool little dude, minor disordered behaviors aside.  -LO

In Front Of My Doorman

My boyfriend broke up with me in a corner booth at McDonald’s. I cried there (yes there was a play place with kids in it), and the entire way home. My boyfriend, well ex now, walked me home where I cried profusely in front of my doorman, who then somberly let me into my building. I never made eye contact with him again. – NE

Avenida de Mayo. The walk from Tacuarí to the closest bar after crossing 9 de Julio.

I knew what it meant when my bosses called me in for a meeting at 4:45. I’d seen coworkers bullied into quitting just before closing a big deal. I kept my composure with them, rejecting every assertion about my work and especially my attitude, which they assured me was the worst they’d seen. But I couldn’t stop the tears once I walked out. I wouldn’t keep working with people who’d talked to me like that. But how would I pay rent? Was I supposed to go into work tomorrow? Every tear was another wrenching question. My boyfriend was waiting outside my office after hearing I was with them. I was crying too hard to explain, so he suggested a bar. Their mozzarella sticks sucked. – AS

Walking down Av. Corrientes.

I remember that morning so vividly. I still choke up when I think about it. It was one of the first weekends of winter. It rained all weekend long and the sun never really came out. My dad called me on skype, he never calls me so I suspected something might be wrong. They had found my brother-in-law’s body. It was a horrible unexpected death. I cried uncontrollably for 3 days. I was so far away from everything that was happening and felt so completely helpless. I had barely arrived to Buenos Aires and didn’t really have anyone to confide in, so I holed up in my apartment. On the second day I decided to go for a walk. I passed a church and there were all of these people walking out, couples holding hands, friends talking with one another, people saying goodbye with warm kisses on the cheek, and I just couldn’t keep it together. I felt so alone. So I retreated back down Corrientes towards home silently crying.  – FW

Plaza de Mayo.

I cried publicly when I went to the spontaneous manifesto at Plaza de Mayo after Nisman was killed. There was so much emotion in the air, so much hope that was taken away in one moment, you could feel it and see it in everyone’s eyes. – LD

Subte Linea E all the way from Plaza de los Virreyes to San Jose.

I had just broken up with my Argentine boyfriend.  It was my 11th month in Buenos Aires, and my first spring there, and I really felt confused about my future.  After breaking up with him, I took the long subte ride home alone, and cried shamelessly.  I think I was crying more about losing the stability that he gave me, which I really needed being so alone in such a big city.  I remember the man across the aisle gave me a pity look.  My mascara was running. – VR

In a taxi on my way home from Jorge Newbery.

I had taken a week long business trip to Sao Paulo and was feeling quite lonely after spending 7 nights by myself. I had just talked to my mom at the Sao Paulo airport who told me my grandfather wasn’t doing well and that she was making a last minute trip to Florida to see him before he passed. I felt isolated from my family and sad that I couldn’t be there with them during this time. When I finally arrive to Buenos Aires after my delayed flight, I realize that my suitcase isn’t on the conveyor belt and they had lost it during the commute. All I wanted to do was be back in my cozy bed in my apartment in Recoleta. I had to stay and make a report with the airline personal who did not have the best customer service (what’s new?), all the while fighting not to cry because I felt emotionally overwhelmed and exhausted. My chauffeur had waited for me and by the time I got into the taxi with only my small backpack of belongings, I broke down. Sometimes stresses that should not be a big deal can feel completely overwhelming when you are far from a support system. – NW

At the Pharmacy on Scalabrini Ortiz

I take an everyday anxiety pill that I must take everyday or it messes with my body. Each month, I would go to the same pharmacist and he would give me a new pack. One day I went and it was a different pharmacist (this time a female; normally I went to the same male), and she informed me that I needed a prescription, which I did not understand, as I always got this medication). The laws are in Argentina you have to go every month to get a new prescription for this medicine, and this other male pharmacist would just let me have it. I was actually leaving the next day on a trip, so I really needed this medication, and I was just so frustrated from fighting with this woman that I cried. A lot. She finally gave me the medication because she felt sorry for me. I feel like that gives a bad name to women.  – LN


  1. Poor girl thought that the mozzarella sticks weren’t going to suck in any context. I did the same with an indulgent order of sushi that made me feel worse.

  2. Nice roundup. I’m trying to think where I’ve cried in BA apart from home. Maybe on public transport, the cinema or church. I don’t remember crying on any particular street, though.


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