“Get out of here and I'm going to hell”

He's not the first, nor will he be the last. Tired of spending nine hours a day in the office and pickets in Buenos Aires, Franco Poltrinieri is one of those few daring who decide to leave everything and go to fulfill a dream . And so he did. He went to fear.

One day it was decided, he bought the typical Combi Volskwagen (“Clarita”... every crazy with his theme...) and set out to unite Land of Fire with Alaska. He was not a musician, not a craftsman, not a mechanic. Things that on a car trip to remote lands might have been useful to you. It wasn't a lot of money either. So he worked as a waiter, a mechanical assistant and a worker to continue on the road. He lived in the combi, obviously; borrowed baths, ate pasta and tuna every day. He did what he had to do to fulfill his dream.

Until in Paraguay it was revived and turned the combi into a food truck. The rest of the trip sold “wild loins”, cured with fernet. Something more argent there isn't.

In Brazil he was encouraged to visit a favela with the Argentina shirt on , during the World Cup. I don't know if I encourage myself to either... But he did. And he met a Brazilian who had played in Chacarita. And his daughter. And he stayed for dinner. And when he left, he was almost stabbed, but safó, thanks to the typical Argentine chamuyo .

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trip lasted five years and got over 30,000 kilometers. Quite an adventure. And what he rescues is wonderful and falls on us in this moment that Argentines live. I quote: “After something bad, something good always comes. Everything has a solution.”